Figure C23 ORBIT
Descend from that high vision, dark and chill
To Earth once more. The Sun, no more the bud
Of blinding white we know, has bloomed until
It covers half the sky. The ocean’s flood
Has boiled away: to brick has baked its mud.
Mercury and Venus disappear
Like iron pellets in a sea of blood.
Yet see Man’s metal servants whoop and cheer
As Earth skips like a stone across the photosphere.