With might and power earth springs forth
    out of earth;
Then earth moves over earth with dignity
   and pride;
And earth from earth builds palaces for
   Kings,
And lofty towers and godly temples for
   all people,
And weaves strange myths,  strict laws,
   and subtle dogmas.

When all these thungs are done, earth
   wearies of earth's labour,
And from it's light and darkness it creates
   Grey shadows, and soft drowsy fancies,
   and enchanting dreams.
Earth's slumber then beguiles earth's
   heavy eyelids,
And they close upon all things in deep and
   quiet slumber.
And earth calls out unto earth, saying:
" Behold, a womb am I, and I am a tomb;
A womb and a tomb I shall remain forever,
Ay, even until stars are no more,
And until the suns are turned into dead
   ashes."