He descends to valleys of a thick repose,Where Taurus grazes on the emerald sward;The beast is heavy as a mountain’s toes,The silent, stubborn, uncomplaining lord.Its breath is clover and the scent of loam,Its eyes are craters filled with liquid gold;It anchors spirit to its earthly home,With appetites that never shall grow cold.The king must learn the patience of the stone,The gravity that binds the wandering star;To build a temple from the muscle and bone,Lest he be drifted from the earth too far.He bows before the strength of carnal grace,And feels the terra-firm in his embrace.
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