[Written For A Picture] The Youth Speaks: - "Why Do You Seek The Sun In Your Bubble-Crown Ascending? Your Chariot Will Melt To Mist. Your Crown Will Have An Ending." The Goddess Replies: - "Nay, Sun Is But A Bubble, Earth Is A Whiff Of Foam - To My Caves On The Coast Of Thule Each Night I Call Them Home. Thence Faiths Blow Forth To Angels And Loves Blow Forth To Men - They Break And Turn To Nothing And I Make Them Whole Again. On The Crested Waves Of Chaos I Ride Them Back Reborn: New Stars I Bring At Evening For Those That Burst At Morn: My Soul Is The Wind Of Thule And Evening Is The Sign - The Sun Is But A Bubble, A Fragile Child Of Mine."