Behold the brand of beauty tossed! See how the motion does dilate the flame! Delighted love his spoils does boast, And triumph in this game. Fire, to no place confined, Is both our wonder and our fear; Moving the mind, As lightning hurled through the air. High heaven the glory does increase Of all her shining lamps, this artful way; The sun, in figures such as these, Joys with the moon to play; To the sweet strains they advance, Which do result from their own spheres, As this nymph's dance Moves with the numbers which she hears.
- by Edmund Waller (1608 - 1687) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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