Men are fools who deny intelligence

To the stars, saying: they are only light.

For what else is light but the sign of it?

As the stars arrange our affairs on earth, 

Make propitious the catching of tunny 

Between the rise of Pleiads and the fall of 

Arcturus, or the dawning Sun gives

The cock to know to crow its morning tattoo, 

So I rise to look out the window

Of the Apartments of the Elements;

Cacus the Ox-Thief is already at it, again,

No more ashamed in his work than the light 

Of the glorious dawn that bathes him.

—Jim Glinnon (1970)