Whom can we delay from mortality?
Yet its phase changes, revolves anew!—
Rebounding, remingling through
Blemishing fate, conceived to fare
The previous state, undaunted!
Which turns have unveiled before,
O changing charm of earthly lyre?—
First from Heaven, then to sphere, about …
The glow of night and day and realms of space
Revealed afar the orient soul of
Unknown skies. The anvil's heat
Consumes the yoke through deep mists
Of clouded God-fearing emerging smoke
That suspense hovers from dim-rayed, glistening dust.