Wide mouthed the earth drinks,
Ambrosial rain that to heaven links,
Her leaves and twigs, trembling in joy,
Her buds and blooms, aflush and coy.
Awaiting the charioteer, the swift,
Awaiting breathless, His mysterious gift.
Only iron knows the heady bliss,
Of the goldsmith’s touch, its lingering kiss,
Only iron knows the anticipation it feels,
For the transforming touch the Supreme Alchemist deals.
