A humming murmur, a rhythmic ring,
Floats down from the tower where the lenses are:—
Can you hear the song which the carbons sing?
Millions of æons have rolled away
In the grand chorale which the stars rehearse,
Since the note, so sweet in our song to-day,
Was struck in the chord of the universe.
The vast vibration went floating on
Through the diapason of space and time,
Till the impulse swelled to a deeper tone,