The joyous song of the morning stars
The poet caught in the dawn of time;
He read the notes of the heavenly bars,
His soul was thrilled with the choral chime.

Through mystic years the Egyptian heard
From Memnon's statue a harp-like tone,
And marvelled at the elusive word
From raylit lips of lifeless stone.

In Orphic and Homeric days
The god of music was god of light,
And strung Aurora's rhythmic rays
Across the vibrant lyre of night.

And savants now in the world's high noon
The visions of olden times rehearse;
For rhythm of music and light are one,
And science reflects the poet's verse.