Classic Poem

Through all the dissonance that mars
The harmony of time,
I hear the pibroch of the stars
Burst forth in tones sublime:
It is the music of that lyre
That out of chaos flung
Its wail of melody and fire
While yet the world was young.
And whensoe'er earth's shadow bars
The highway of the light,
The cadence of the silver stars
Comes throbbing down the night.