Flowers

 

 

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 filagree, 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.