Classic Poem

Behold the stars that sweet as silver lyres
Are played upon by gods … while planets move
In rhythmic patterns to the music of Love
Dancing high rituals round religious fires,
So business wreaths with business and they twine
Garlands of wealth, industrial patterns weave
In changing rhythms round the earth; they leave
Wheels within wheels in intricate design.
In jewelled arabesques and serpentine
They dance revolving lustres and they make
The glittering convolutions of the snake
On sinuous wreathing of the Living Vine,
So do bright coins swept in Uranian trance
Still keep on earth the old sidereal dance.