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.