The Queen of Bubbles

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."