O mystic, delicate chalice of the world, Jewelled with pallid moons! Exquisite arch Of the quiet sky; carven 'twixt dusk and dusk Of smoky Indian jade, a summer night, By God the Artist, God the deaf and blind, Who fashions masterpiece on masterpiece, And through the Window of the Universe Hurls them forever and forever. . . . Pale cup, wherein all...Learn More