Truce for a moment between Earth and Ether 
Slackens the mind's allegiance to despair:
Shyly confer earth, water, fire and air 
With the fifth essence.
For the duration, if the mind require it,
Trigged is the wheel of Time against the slope;
Infinite space lies curved within the scope 
Of the hand's cradle.

Thus between day and evening in the autumn,
High in the west alone and burning bright,
Venus has hung, the earliest riding-light 
In the calm harbor.