He sings.

Starlight in masses

Of mist that passes,

Stars in the grasses;

Star-bud and flower

Laughingly know us;

Secretly show us

Earth is below us

And for the hour

Soul has soul. In the Maytime, Maytime,

Youth and Love take playtime, playtime...

You are a song; a singer I hear it

Whispered in star and in flower; the spirit,

Love, is the power.