One early dawn, after a restless night, she was walking in the garden when she heard a murmuring from behind a clump of bushes. She paused to listen for a while and gradually became convinced that what she was hearing was Akhenaten’s hymn to the Sun, spoken low but with great feeling.
“Being afar off, yet thy rays are upon the earth. Thou art in men’s faces, yet thy movements are unseen. When thou settest in the western horizon, the earth is in darkness after the manner of death. The night is passed in the bedchamber, heads covered, no eye can see its fellow ... Every lion is come forth from its lair and all snakes bite. Darkness is illumination while the earth is in silence, their maker resting in his horizon.
The earth grows bright, when thou hast arisen in the horizon, shining as Aten
