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.