Magnificent, and splendid He
Who casts his brilliant gold festoon
Down upon the raging waves
The Ocean, chasing, churning, free
A rebel, heeding only Moon
Dashes froth against the caves
A pitting sorrow smolders now
Within the molten core of light
Clouds of tears shroud gold ideal
A reverent sea to Master bows
Whence, suspended in a silken sky
Sun flows down; but 'tis not real
Thus raw relation’s tempest quelled
But mercy’s never quenched--
Light now tangible is sent
The insolence boasts on, tide-swelled
Though nonetheless with grace is drenched
Dancing, doleful Disk unpent
In thankless spite and wondrous pounding
The pendent for penchant’s forgot
Cavern-hid, it waits as dead
Though cast away, a thundrous sounding
Resounds, surrounds, as empty rought
Of that tyranny--naught said
Awaiting silently instead
In still resplendence golden
Matter-shaft--Medallion
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