Music of Ainur

Create and sing!
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
                  The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
                                        The creatures small, and big and bold
                                                                    Just as I've told:

                                                                                   Eä! Be!