(SYMBOLS OF THE INNER VITAL WORLD)

UNDER the amethyst tree

In a cavern of ocean

Pale limbs of the daughters of the sea

Weave their mystical motion.

There was no rumour from the land

Of reef's wave-grapple :

Their leader shed from her right hand

The gleam of a ruby apple.

Each other moon-pale maid

Bore, heaped and mellow,

Pomegranates carved from lunar jade

On topaz salvers yellow.

No date for steps they dance,

For song no dimming ;

Time will reive not their beauty but enhance

Joy's glyph those feet are limning.