The Oryx

Oryx Oryx, rising high,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What frightening heel or heel,
Could change thy naughty honesty?
In what virile sky or star
rose the staircase of thine mouth?
with what word dare he divine?
What the ear, dare seize the staircase?
And what vigour, & what power,
Could shape the limits of thy face?
And when thy face began to smile,
What free ear? & what free tendons?
What the blaster? what the sand,
In what foundry was thy leg?
What the casting? what free force,
Dare its crazy stresses pull!
When the suns threw down their rage
And stunned humans with their weight:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who forged the cat forge thee?
Oryx Oryx, rising high,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What frightening heel or heel,
Could change thy naughty honesty?

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