Cassiopeia, scintillant and lean,
Steps slowly skyward,
Diamond-visored,
And reclines serene.
In beauty so resplendent and restrained,
She rises crueler
And the ardent jeweler
Treats with disdain.
But arrayed in ether,
Her cold allure will lose
To a rival beneath her
Whom the man will choose.
The groping artisan prefers
Not perfection, high and unknown,
But Galatea, palpable in stone,
Galatea, who melts and defers.