I am the state , the sun and moon

the rule of the wind and sweep of the broom

Let the king call the tune.

in the hall of mirrors, where i speak to the light

and the sound on the morrow is my earnest delight.

The blaze of the comets ,in glory less than mine

in the company of the Gods and in keeping of the time

and scents and lengths much ,adored by the touch

and the romance of a chance

when i ruled my dear France.