The Sun: Helium

Morning, multiplex loam blooming in round billows awash through NOUS; Phæton tiding in cool dawn; as his wave broadens its surge, its deep Basin widens, whose id waters the earth; foaming, its particles Colloid, geysering heat, jetting a blue tint through the black of...

“Choriambics” by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Love, what ailed thee to leave life that was made lovely, we thought, with love? What sweet visions of sleep lured thee away, down from the light above? What strange faces of dreams, voices that called, hands that were raised to wave, Lured or led thee, alas, out of...