And the Sun and Moon were born like babes from the marriage of Morn and Even.
Down through the skies fled the Spirit of Flame, and piercing the new earth-clods,
Drew vapours thence which slowly up-grew into forms that were like the Gods;
Vacant and empty of soul and sense, impotent creatures were they,
Till thrilled by the burning touch of Love,
they lived in the light of Day—
Lived, each one, for the breathing space of threescore years and ten,
And swore they were more than the Gods themselves,—these Shadows called women and men!
Then weary grew the Spirit of Fire, and rising on radiant wings,
He fled away from the whirling dance of his brief created things—