Out of the furnace
The great fish rose
Its silver tail on fire ![](../sound)
But with a slowness
Like something sorry
To be rid of earth. ![](../sound)
The boiling mountains
Of snow white cloud
Searched for a space to go into ![](../sound)
And the ground thundered
With a roar
That set teacups
Rattling in a kitchen
Twenty miles away.![](../sound)
Across the blue it arched
Milk bottle white
But shimmering in the haze.![](../sound)
And the watchers by the fence
Held tinted glass against their eyes ![](../sound)
And wondered at what man could do
To make so large a thing
To fly so far and free.![](../sound)
While the unknown Universe waited;
For waiting
Was what it had always been good at. ![](../sound) |