All Night The Ways Of Heaven Were Desolate, Long Roads Across A Gleaming Empty Sky. Outcast And Doomed And Driven, You And I, Alone, Serene Beyond All Love Or Hate, Terror Or Triumph, Were Content To Wait, We, Silent And All-Knowing. Suddenly Swept Through The Heaven Low-Crouching From On High, One Horseman, Downward To The Earth'S Low Gate. Oh, Perfect From The Ultimate Height Of Living, Lightly We Turned, Through Wet Woods Blossom-Hung, Into The Open. Down The Supernal Roads, With Plumes A-Tossing, Purple Flags Far Flung, Rank Upon Rank, Unbridled, Unforgiving, Thundered The Black Battalions Of The Gods.