In the sun’s eclipse It would be manifest
by the shining through,
Of light, as through aught tenuous interfused
Beneath the touches of warm rays
Within the heaven of the divine repose
Revolves a body, in whose virtue lies
The being of whatever it contains.
Divides this being
by essences diverse,
Distinguished from it, and by it contained
Beneath which thou wast born it bitter seemed
Black whisper howl in the Heaven
Revolves a body, in whose virtue lies
The being of whatever it contains.
Divides this being
by essences diverse,
Black whisper
howl in the Heaven