Far beyond her [Venus]
The heaven’s highway
hums and trembles,
Drums and dindles,
to the driv’n thunder
Of Sol’s chariot,
whose sword of light
Hurts and humbles;
beheld only
Of eagle’s eye.
When his arrow glances
Through mortal mind,
mists are parted
And mild as morning
the mellow wisdom
Breathes o’er the breast,
broadening eastward
Clear and cloudless.
In a clos’d garden
(Unbound her burden)
his beams foster
Soul in secret,
where the soil puts forth
Paradisal palm,
and pure fountains
Turn and re-temper,
touching coolly
The uncomely common
to cordial gold;
Whose ore also,
in earth’s matrix,
Is print and pressure
of his proud signet
On the wax of the world.
He is the worshipp’d male,
The earth’s husband,
all-beholding
Arch-chemic eye.
