Two small jewels against this panorama of Saturn's rings
Now tested with a new plague. What will endure?
The gods of yore that we like sheep are shorn
Or you prophetic seer of a future unfurling
To as yet undiscovered bourns
Without the guileful pantheon
That are not but yokes upon our will
To strive unfettered to galaxies beyond:
The Earth and Moon viewed from Saturn.
