Like a pontiff who prostrates himself, he piously kisses the naked earth.
Others still! And they represent nothing defined, but are like a field of flowering buckwheat,
Or the shimmering azure, full of the leaves of peartrees, when seen through the fringe of drooping lashes,
Or an irruption of bees, or the seducing sea!
And others, stiff with embroidery, embody curious legends,
A reaper plies his scythe; a naked man
Grasping a whip in both hands is fighting a four-winged eagle of silver.
And others portray strange dreams; the disk of the moon,
Dragons, panthers that eat the gods,
Or roses, and an embroidered briar.