From a golden step,– among silk cords,

green velvets, gray gauzes,

and crystal disks that

turn black as bronze in the sun,

I see the digitalis opening

on a carpet of silver filigree,

of eyes and hair. Yellow gold-pieces

strewn over agate, mahogany columns supporting

emerald domes, bouquets of white satin

and delicate sprays of rubies,

surround the water-rose.

Like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs of snow,

the sea and sky lure to the marble terraces

the throng of roses, young and strong.