Are filled with fluid fire, the succulence
Of the Heliacal pastures where they graze.
Proudly the planetary Sultans rein
Their haughty yokes, which underneath the shade
Of solar gonfalons advance, their feet
Unto the sound of lordly harmonies
Uplifting. Within the eternal gates,
Through wingëd throngs, o’er star-paved streets they ride,
And by the Stream of Life, shadowed with palms,
Unyoke their steeds, fettered with links of gold