1. Behold this ever-moving sky,
I've spent the night awake wondering of it,

2. Thinking of it and its affairs,
Yet I see no one conversing of it,

3. Speaking of the subtlety of its workings
And how it's become present for all to see.

4. Oh, would that I know, will I ever
Travel through its constellations?

5. Rising with its rising, setting with its setting,
Until I see the sum of its workings

6. And know both its hidden and its manifest.