Here is the poem — the words align with the verse melody; everything else is instrumental.

When harpers once
in wooden hall
A shining chord would strike
Their songs like arrows pierced the soul
Of great and low alike

Aglow by hearth and candleflame
From burning branch of ember
The mist of all their music sang
As if to ask in wonder

Is there a moment quite as keen
Or memory as bright
As light and fire and music (sweet)
To warm the winter’s night?
— Adam Christianson

And here’s the Bitwig audio.