8,8,8,8 Soi nux me pherei ton aoidon, anax Synesius, 4th Century When darkness falls, and night is here, My hymns of praise in silence rise, -- This knows the moon, whose silver sphere Shines in the star bespangled skies. When morning breaks, and glorious day Shines in the dawn and noontide fair, -- This knows the sun -- a grateful lay Springs from my heart in fervent prayer, When fails the light at sunset grey, And twilight listens for my song, -- This know the stars, -- in bright array, My praises mingle with their throng. |