The dawn comes first to those who stand
On mountain tops and serried steeps
Far from the sullied land below
Where Gaia in her sorrow weeps
The land below first sees the dawn
As misty shadows growing gray
And shadow-like the groundlings wake
To find the dream they seek today
Yet by day’s end the dreamer knows
That many nights of dark and wind
Await before the silver ship
Arrives to gather those who’ve sinned