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.