So iridescent as the sea at dawn,
Your smile enchantment and pure sorcery,
Your eyes of polished jet so cryptically
They shine! I dream you on some flowered lawn
Where roses grow and giant lilies fawn,
And hills above each flowered, purple lea
From golden lakes down to a silver sea
Are by a plenipotent angel drawn.
I spy a train of steeds, and in the van
You lead the armies of a golden day,
Some long and otherworldly caravan
Like troops of gleaming angels in array,
And when, at length, you reach me after years,
With your long hair you’ll dry my dripping tears.