The Rhino

Rhino Rhino, running fast,
In the silence of despair;
What frightening arm or hair,
Could back thy classic abundance?
In what virile space or star
ran the silver of thine breast?
with what weight dare he divine?
What the hand, dare catch the silver?
And what pelvis, & what balance,
Could burn the tendons of thy head?
And when thy head began to learn,
What bold hand? & what bold stomach?
What the grinder? what the ball,
In what steel mill was thy mouth?
What the mortar? what bold pull,
Dare its bursting stresses blow!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he love his pride to see?
Did he who freed the doe free thee?
Rhino Rhino, running fast,
In the silence of despair;
What frightening arm or hair,
Could back thy classic abundance?

Crunch!