The hale “peeler” even
Pelts from out thy flight,
Like a star of heaven
On a murky night,
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy bell’s delight.
Swift as bow-sped arrow
Spins thy silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp, narrow,
’Twixt thy spokes hangs clear—
So that we, doubly, see and hear that thou art there.