—The cup, in truth, was Attic Greek—
“A cup, one could not say a vase,
Made for base uses of the base.”
But if they pressed their lips to drink,
All heaven trembled on the brink
Like molten jewels, welling up
From the deep measure of the cup;
And in the glamor of the spell
God’s Silence became audible;
The soundless music of the spheres