In phases shall I needst recoil
whence the ripe fruit churns and becomes wine.
In foremost nature shall I lift,
a zephyr form'st beneath my feet,
whereupon incumbent temperance insist,
mine heart's urge thus defined.

In followthrough, to coalesce,
o' mother, upon thy fecund crest, divine.

Whereby to carry-on enigmatic,
bountiful bluest sea.
Harrowing parts before thee,
alas, retentively sanguine.

Illustrious incandescence decanted
to-ward desiccated earth.
Readily accepting, heroine of mine.
Ever forth-ward shall yet thee march,
in conquering fate abjectly inclined.