Thine treaties of fruited light behold so or mine birth is birth,                                              
As seedling Ariel's basketed womb but art thy navel alight?                                                              
    In the ascent of thy harping Vega or
    drapings of scented mirth?                                                  But thee is not as my pedestal of light nor is the flock in height,                                          
    Much more thee is so, yet more to liken me  or planet's daylight.