The Bison

How great a front is thine—
A lake of majesty!
Assyria knew the sign:
The god-incarnate king.

A lake of majesty!
The lion's drowns in it:
And thy placidity—
A moon within that lake!

As if thou still dost own
A world, thou takest breath:
Earth-shape and strength of stone,
A Titan-sultan's child.