Empress of the elements,

Queen of all the Temperaments,

We hearken to your every word.

Trying not to seem absurd

In our matitudinal gyrations,

In our Eurythmical equations.

Priestess, with patient regularity,

With wisdom and sagacity

You guide us on our starry way

Throu’ modes and moods both sad and gay:

Into all the temperaments –

Round and round – and round the elements.

Now once more at school are we,

Learning again our A B C.

Not the alphabet of the dictionary,

But consonantal sequence evolutionary

And vowels contracting and expansionary.

Also diphthongs convolutionary.

Whether purely diplomatically,

Or sometimes autocratically

You train us indefatigably –

From merest clods of clay,

From inner darkness to a light afar

We seek and find our inner star.