How shall we hew the sun, Split it and make blocks, To build a ruddy palace? How carve the violet moon To set in nicks? Let us fix portals, east and west, Abhorring green-blue north and blue-green south. Our chiefest dome a demoiselle of gold. Pierce the interior with pouring shafts, In diverse chambers. Pierce, too, with buttresses of coral air And purple timbers, Various argentines, Embossings of the sky.