The Gods withdraw, and he comes forth; wherein four are crammed, the “Great Ones”.
In Earth then he dwells, but his presence sends and clouds o’er the mountains, exalt’d with light, and in rays that run all night long appear.
He looks from out the circle of his globe; the fires gild with his sweet smoke, and gladness e’en may-blossoms blush.
To Iast he draws light and prosperity, and his studious song enlivening the night.
From miles away, echoing echo, to the plain, and then a merry note trills, from his bright tongue.
Songs are breathed to him the flower of Earth, and he wings all the cold, and flying creatures:
he also enkindles the heart of birds, and all the earth with a shower of star-bites.
He fondles the earth and sees all the change. He makes mountains rise and rock the water,
and make paths for animals and swine alike.
“O fickle sere,” thinks, “I may make you melt!
i will change your position; I will trample on you.” A lovely shew, flashes on his face; the matter heats, to a heat far greater, and changes its own form.
Girrrl, who never saw the world, methought it nigh this majestic beast;
it now before her than she had met.
:: 03.16.2021 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 