LIGHT AND WIND

Where, through the leaves of myriad forest trees,

The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,

The glamour and the glimmer of its rays

Seem visible music, tangible melodies:

Light that is music; music that one sees —

Wagnerian music — where forever sways

The spirit of romance, and gods and fays

Take form, clad on with dreams and mysteries.

And now the wind's transmuting necromance

Touches the light and makes it fall and rise,

Vocal, a harp of multitudinous waves

That speaks as ocean speaks — an utterance

Of far-off whispers, mermaid-murmuring sighs —

Pelagian, vast, deep-down in coral caves.