Man of the flowers,
In the painted white ocean.
Standeth by our countenance,
In the sandy beach of time.
Lightly in the words,
That cast a good spell.
Shall evil cometh now to death,
In glorious thrones upon the light.
A good night upon the frosty wood,
As forests are his hand.
With a nightly kiss around the stars,
Looking gently upon the moon.