In the south, proud sire of birth,
Bright-faced, strong-armed, gold crested.
In the north the damp brown Earth,
Warm-lapped, soft-armed, full breasted.
In the east the silver Moon,
In the west the wild-wind tune,
Seed sown, wind-blown, and daring.
Tall I stand to reach the skies,
Straight o'er top the hole dismal.
Weather-wearing, dread she cries,
Deep, dark, empty, abysmal.