8,8,8,8

soi nux me pherei ton aoidon, anax

A Cento from age moi psucha

I

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.

II

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.

III

When fails the light at sunset gray,

And twilight listens for my song --

This know the stars -- in bright array

My praises mingle with their throng.