Would I could sing a universe to be! By means of music, set my soul aflame, In smoke describe the air, in tar the sea, And continents of ash, let life reclaim. Through primal trees would echo tread of beasts, Till rivers trolls control were bridged and drained. Their founding kings would lay out heroes' feasts, Till fresh-cooled stones, by blood betrayed were stained. That day in hearts takes root, and sprouts to grow To legend, then a myth, and thence a song. The theme that fire picked out long ago In blood reprised, crescendoes, then goes wrong. Its fuel consumed, too soon my world must end, Or else on souls not mine it must depend.