An ode.it reads:
In First Light we saw the sun again
In Purity, we faced the cold like men
In Spoke, we waited for seeds to grow
In Offering, we all turned to go
In Bloom we knew the words to say
In Rule we observed the longest day
In Sent we went forth glad and true
In Rest we retired with our retinue
In Rood we set out to survey the land
In Crown we brought in what we began
In Hearth we made coal alive with flame
In Borne we rose to recall the Name.
A twelve-month for our solemn year
For twelve makes its perfection clear.