Figure C9 ANNALS

Moving to the present, here the floor

Of bland and glossy celadon is made.

GEORGE’S STAR, which Herschel’s glass first saw,

Is mirrored in each wall of pallid jade:

URANUS, rolling in its orbit laid

Upon its side: around it swing like toys

Its darkling moons, their master’s tilt obeyed.

But all along its path is heard a noise,

The giggling of all the ages’ little boys.