EACH small gleam was a voice 
-A lantern voice- 
In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. 
A chorus of colors came over the water; 
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered, 
No pines crooned on the hills 
The blue night was elsewhere a silence 
When the chorus of colors came over the water, 
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. 

Small glowing pebbles 
Thrown on the dark plane of evening 
Sing good ballads of God 
And eternity, with soul's rest. 
Little priests, little holy fathers 
None can doubt the truth of your hymning 
When the marvelous chorus comes over the water 
Songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.