The confines of that G-d projected shrine
Aharon himself in world-guise dared not tread
But must be brought close to the fountainhead
Of wisdom, and wear clothes of such design
As fit the place, or pain of death must dread.
Ephod and breastplate, breeches, sash and cloak,
Tunic and turban, each to his limbs spoke
Its admonition; and a sky-blue thread
Upon his brow a golden plate did yoke
With legend that proclaimed him dedicate
To the One who earth and man did meditate
And draw from nothing; if He should revoke
The word that breathes them, they would vanish straight,
While of His Oneness they no whit abate.