The curfew song

The sun has gone;

The tide of stars is setting all our way,

The Pleiades call softly to Orion,

As nightly they have called these million years;

The children lie asleep; now let them out,

And, over-hearing,

We waft the fairy call into your dreams,

That you may swim upon that tide of gold

And list'ning in your hearts,

Just over-hear

That deep tremendous thunder

Signalling reply:

All's well!

Orion answering the Pleiades!