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.