Ie ie Hermes!
Staves and rocks and herds of cows and herds of ghosts;
Hats and boots and coins tinkling --
as they fall from cut purses or from hands that have thrown bad dice
Ie ie Hermes!
Pens and roads and treaties and men muttering old spells under the new moon;
Black earth and black night and blue eyes shining out of the shadows --
as footsteps fall on wet cobbles and people hurry home
Ie ie Hermes!