Classic Poem

See how the nebula like bullion lies
In shining heaps upon the cavern floor.
Shaping his discs of gold and silver ore,
The god of metals shapes Uranian dies.
What rich mysterious bales of merchandize,
Are stretched upon the counters of the air!
What gods of Trade and Produce gather there
And spin bright coins with calculating eyes.
What mighty contracts signed in Heaven and Hell
The mathematic god with flashing pen
Inscribes in light; what deep exchanges when
The great magnetic Priesthood buy and sell.
While back of all celestial barter still
The Laboring Man strives up the starry Hill.