What moons are these?
Or are they some stars descended
from celestial spheres,
What birds perch here?
all unmoving silent, resting, in your
cool pristine aqueous Eden,
silver white presence reflecting a
glowing mosaic of fireflies, floating
in the deep,
beauty of nature, in perfect order,
In sphericity uncoiled, no sharp stones
no walls perceived,
What strange snowy sweets, placed
as gifts received,
Know then the truth with the vast dark pall,
Almighty Creator is the Greatest of All.