I should like to see Buccellini, however, and have a globule of the Elysian essence.
Every circle is as complete in itself, whether rounding a globule or a star.
Why does any liquid in falling through the air assume the globule form?
Slowly it changed its form, the corner curled up into a globule.
A globule of metal should result, and perhaps an incrustation on the coal.
Heat in the open tube, and a globule of mercury will result.
Every drop of rain, every globule of mist must have a nucleus.
A globule of sapphire shone afar, the elfin bubble of her home.
But when the globule starts to flow off, a current is established.
Then the globule of light which had first attracted my attention reappeared.