Thrones in emerald deeps withholden,
Lit with sparkling amber splendor, where the merry mermen reign.
See the long kelp banners flying
From their gardens underlying
All the rare, transparent surface of this sunny, southern sea;
Grasses, shot with silver spangles,
Wreathed and caught in starry tangles
Of the purple ocean-pansy and the fringed anemone.
And the brilliant sea-weeds scattered
Like a gay mosaic shattered