The Mammoth

Mammoth Mammoth, growing up,
In the gardens of delight;
What creative tongue or wrist,
Could touch thy bright authority?
In what ruthless star or time
grew the lightning of thine eyes?
on what wings dare he design?
What the breast, dare hold the lightning?
And what master, & what power,
Could fuse the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What great breast? & what great eyelash?
What the blaster? what the sand,
In what foundry was thy throat?
What the casting? what great pull,
Dare its hostile terrors dream!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he love his wish to see?
Did he who freed the trees free thee?
Mammoth Mammoth, growing up,
In the gardens of delight;
What creative tongue or wrist,
Could touch thy bright authority?

Crunch!