from Odes: 36 ["See! Their verses are laid"]

See! Their verses are laid as mosaic gold to gold gold to lapis lazuli white marble to porphyry stone shouldering stone, the dice polished alike, there is no cement seen and no gap between stones as the frieze strides to the impending apse: the rays of many glories forced to its focus forming a glory neither of stone nor metal, neither of words nor verses, but of the light shining upon no substance; a glory not made for which all else was made.