Little slender lad, blonde haired, blue eyed, for whom ages and leagues are but baubles.
Smile and recall when, entranced I wandered, near the portal at the end of your arch,
Filled with your terrible presence; drenched with your mother's lullaby tears.

Little slender lad, lightning engendered, sparkling master of magicians:
When pirates stole your toys, wild ivy gripped their rigging,
Every oar changed into a serpent, panthers prowled the deck,
A giant vine burst from the base of the mast, and overboard the pallid plunderers plunged.

Little slender lad, twinned with the Gods of Earth and of Heaven; sing us your song.
Through your rainbow void, webbed in white; through chill grottoes of marbled stone;
Through dazzling jungles, tangles of unease; through halls of fear, ceilinged with shadows;
Through blazing treasure chambers, walled with rubies; to a vault, buttressed with naked power.
Ascend at last drifting into pure sky, peering down finally with astral eyes,
Upon fertile fruited forests and fields, in perfect perception of all knowledge.

Little slender lad, drowsily chanting from your secret twilight castle of eternal breeze.
Your gentle voice chimes, linked with abstract chains, paid out slowly with brocaded curiosity,
Which unfold, like leaves from the green shoot of a rising bush, whose blossoms are tears.
Oh! Whenever you halt, our hearts hasten, until your mystical melody returns.

Little slender lad, quaint covert God, dance with the rain, thunder and lightning.
Lovely little children, let them play, they mean no harm.