In watery meadows the great celandines
Afloat like elfin moons,
In the pale world of dunes
A foam of asphodel
Upon the sea’s blue swell,
And, where the great rocks valley-ward are rolled,
The tasselled ilex-bloom fringing dark woods with gold.
Shyly the first begin—
And the thrilled ear delays,
Through a fresh veil of interblossomed mays