Entangling with the stars; whose middle womb
Of two self-buried lives has been the tomb;
At last, my year’s apprenticeship complete,
I rise to try my cunning, and as one
Arm’d in the dark who challenges the sun.
You heavens, for me your azure brows with cloud
Contract, or to your inmost depth unshroud:
Thou sapphire-floating counterpart below,
Obsequious of my moon-like magic flow:
For me you mountains fall, you valleys rise,