‘Tis sweet thither sun,
atop th’ wavèd sea.
Lone candle in darkness,
from whence it hath risen.

Light of one, sit not in angst,
thee bode lighter world; Lethe
cowers ‘way: carry mem’ry,
sought from self-imposèd death.

Hic et ubique glows sole candle,
lone sanguinity burn o’er
darkness. Ay! Doth
live not in time of Cimmerian.

Those of dark aby for thy sins,
rejoice in light of kindness not.
Night come nevermore,
Apollo be evermore.