He, the highest born, in the boiling bile of Vesuvius nearly fell.
His hot blood called for the blood of the phlegmatic masses,
Who did not realize that they should die smiling.

His blood made her lighter than air.
First born, she flies giddy in her power.

She of the Air called to him of the Earth.
. Now that Earth's a melancholic Brick.

These three, in degrees, walk on Water,
Not seeing that which makes them live.