1.09.2010

Wednesday

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment

it reads:
And fourth we find a secret thing
Whose silvery quickness spills
The quickest of the earths on wing
This sphere his message fills

An ethereal thing to know
Whom by the fourth-day send
Still much is kept and writ below
A herald of the end!

They are unseen and found in pairs
Fair riders of the seas and airs

So are Mercur's children.

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