There comes to mind with these closing lines a wonderful and, yes, rather Saturnian image from a universally-living poem by William Butler Yeats, entitled "Lapis Lazuli" (a Saturnian stone). I quote some verses from this poem to honor two eminent astrological elders of the 20th century, who, when still among us, offered to all people abundant uses for the wisdom-logic and dynamic-idealism of their lifelong search for rational insights into life as lived within the universe of man and woman and within the esoteric World made for ourselves.
"...Two Chinamen, behind them a third,
Are carved in lapis lazuli,
Over them flies a long-legged bird,
A symbol of longevity;
The third, doubtless a serving-man,
Carries a musical instrument.
Every discoloration of the stone,
Every accidental crack or dent,
Seems a water-course or an avalanche,
Or lofty slope where it still snows
Though doubtless plum or cherry-branch
Sweetens the little half-way house
Those Chinamen climb towards, and I
Delight to imagine them seated there;
There, on the mountain and the sky,
On all the tragic scene they stare.
One asks for mournful melodies;
Accomplished fingers begin to play.
Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,
Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay."
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