-"EK TON DIAPHTHERONTON KALLISTEN HARMONIAN GIGNESTHAI"-
The world's last song at last outsung,
The singer stands in silent pride
To hear his final note upglide
The sounding mountaintops among.
The loom's expance of scene fulfilled,
The weaver stands him back aways
To admire his web with awful gaze,
By his hands' crafting overthrilled.
A voice sounds forth, and drowns the ryhme
And cadence of the singer's hymn,
And in his muteness sings to him
The tonic of the Song of Time.
A hand outstreches, and it tears
The product of the weaver's pains,
And in its place there now remains
The many colored Loom of Years.