Figure D3 SATURN

These upper rooms are to celestial spheres

Devoted: present, now, a cork-lined room

Sacred to SATURNUS, long of years.

Pale yellow, nursing Titan’s icy womb,

Though lord of death and of the leaden tomb

And that old verse which ancient Latins sing

Yet light enough to float like ocean’s spume

(If it were possible to do the thing)

And round a giant bathtub leave a mighty ring.