On a slope of gold,
In ropes of silk, gray gauze, green velvet and crystal disks
Blackening like bronze in the sun, ...
I watch digitalis unfold
Against a screen of silver filigree, of eyes, of hair.
Glittering on agate, a shower of gold,
Mahogany pillars supporting an emerald dome,
Bunched streamers of white satin,
And rubies subtly stemmed
Surrounded the water-rose.
Like a blue-eyed god in his silhouette of snow,
To marble terraces the sea and sky
Invite a throng of roses, young and strong.