I did not look back following the light. As copper chimed in the rooting cellar Of the morn, my heart muffled in delight, Still in shroud, my father farmed the water. Set his son to love and the kindred waters, That man of fire swelled, plumbed with pride, Made of self, stride and hollow pipes to solder His starry hands and elbows panicle the sky, But I, being water sign, a young Orpheus Born in the underworld, found music and words And maidens of air and earth and wanderlust To the sun I ran, my fathers call not heard. I did not look back following the light Until my love called delivering the night.