Next beyond her [Luna]
Mercury marches;
madcap rover,
Patron of pilfrers.
Pert quicksilver
His gaze begets,
goblin mineral,
Merry multitude
of meeting selves,
Same but sundered.
From the souls darkness,
With wreathèd wand,
words he marshals,
Guides and gathers them
gay bellwether
Of flocking fancies.
His flint has struck
The spark of speech
from spirits tinder,
Lord of language!
He leads forever
The spangle and splendour,
sport that mingles
Sound with senses,
in subtle pattern,
Words in wedlock,
and wedding also
Of thing with thought.