So low he has traveled already, 
To cover himself with a cloak so heavy,
A titan that sleeps on a bed so steady,
Made from a yellow weed bevy

Ready to sleep, Helios yawns,
And quickly peeks at his reflection below,
A mirror that barely even dawns,
The might of his divine glow. 

A dark void occupies its bulk,
Casted by Luna's might,
And the sight of the white hulk,
That covers him for the night.