SAILS
The clustered sails
Of ships there in the bay
Are wings of monster butterflies that sip
Strange honey from the blue and white
Sea flowers.
Of ships there in the bay
Are wings of monster butterflies that sip
Strange honey from the blue and white
Sea flowers.
THE FOUNTAIN
A wild
Snow wraith at dawn,
At noon a crystal rose,
A silver witch, at dusk the gray
Norn's tears.
Snow wraith at dawn,
At noon a crystal rose,
A silver witch, at dusk the gray
Norn's tears.
THE SHELL
A lip
Of pouting rose,
A cheek of freckled pearl,
Needs courage try to win a chill
Sea-kiss.
Of pouting rose,
A cheek of freckled pearl,
Needs courage try to win a chill
Sea-kiss.
SOULS
The scent
Of flowers, you say,
Is the soul of them—alack,
My slim white iris hath sinned and lost
Her soul.
Of flowers, you say,
Is the soul of them—alack,
My slim white iris hath sinned and lost
Her soul.
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