The palace of the Sun rose up in columns Of flaming gold and brass: ivory the ceiling, And double palace doors were bright as mirrors In silver light, and yet more valuable Than gold and silver was the craft that made them. Across their panels Vulcan carved the waters That held mid-earth, its continents and islands And sky above it, and in seas below The dark gods: song-lipped Triton, ever shifting Proteus, Aegaeon, his arms tossed round The backs of two great whales; beside them, Doris And her daughters, mermaids, some gliding Through glassy waves, and other girls rock-seated Sunning green
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