Truce for a moment between Earth and Ether
Slackens the mind’s allegiance to despair:
Shyly confer earth, water, fire and air
With the fifth essence.
For the duration, if the mind require it,
Trigged is the wheel of Time against the slope;
Infinite Space lies curved within the scope
Of the hand’s cradle.
Thus between day and evening in the autumn,
High in the west alone and burning bright,
Venus has hung, the earliest riding-light
In the calm harbour.
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