Iii

My second marvel stood not in such ease, But he, the cloudy pinioned, winged him on Then from my sight as now from memory, The courier aquiline, so swiftly gone! The third most glorious of these majesties Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity. That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.