In aire, dost–poise thou in His image–fly Perfection! bronzed against Hyperion’s blaze; Exalted! at thy nadir by His rays; With mastery! dost thou hold thy piece of sky. In aire, for thee, hath stopt all time; on high, At perfect flexion, as His Son displayed: Retract, and tense, ’til once thou deign obeyed His gravity, … Continue reading Sonnet VI: Exalted