Behold a round, small mass of gelatine,
Or frozen dewdrop, void of life and limb;
But round the crystal goblet let her swim
'Midst her own elements; and lo! a sphere
Banded from pole to pole; as diamond clear,
Shaped as bard's fancy shapes the small balloon,
To bear some sylph or fay beyond the moon.
From all her bands see lurid fringes play,
That glance and sparkle in the solar ray
With iridescent hues. Now round and round