In piles high, the gold of olden kings And silver goblets set with polished jade; Great iron gates and dainty wire-wrought things. The cream and crest of all the Earth once made. A sword of steel unmatched before or since: Damascus wrought, the proof its patterned sheen. A cut-quartz circlet fit to crown a prince, With single, giant emerald glinting green. The heady scent of spices stored in bulk And clearest honey, in the rarest jars. A bottled squid — formaldehyde-drenched hulk — Its wall-set jar a window to the stars. A treasure ark, on dying sunbeams hurled, To bear the wonders of a finished world.