Classic Poem

Raphael

The sun sounds, according to ancient custom,
In the song of emulation of his brother-spheres.
And its fore-written circle
Fulfils with a step of thunder.
Its countenance gives the Angels strength
Though no one can fathom it.
The incredible high works
Are excellent as at the first day.

Gabriel

And swift, and inconceivably swift
The adornment of the earth winds itself round
And exchanges Paradise-clearness
With deep dreadful night.
The sea foams in broad waves
From its deep bottom up to the rocks
And rocks and sea are torn on together
In the eternal swift course of the spheres.