Sonnets from a Lock Box - Part of 6
In such a silence once Hans Glauber bent
All night above his crucible and scales
And with strange formulas dispelled the veils
That are the cloak around the element.
He summoned to his aid an airy power
Compounding essences with measures fine.
With cipher and with cabalistic sign
He crossed the passing of the midnight hour.
At his revolving fire in such a cell
He sought the vapor softer than a petal.
‘Azar and Azoth,’ cried he, ‘hold the spell,
The subtle spirit that lies not in the metal.’
So do great Fortunes curiously hold
The power that turns base metals into gold.
All night above his crucible and scales
And with strange formulas dispelled the veils
That are the cloak around the element.
He summoned to his aid an airy power
Compounding essences with measures fine.
With cipher and with cabalistic sign
He crossed the passing of the midnight hour.
At his revolving fire in such a cell
He sought the vapor softer than a petal.
‘Azar and Azoth,’ cried he, ‘hold the spell,
The subtle spirit that lies not in the metal.’
So do great Fortunes curiously hold
The power that turns base metals into gold.
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