Dashed with stiff, breezy foam of ocean's stream.

Tempestuous architecture-revelries;

Built melodies of marble or clear glass;

Effulgent sculptures chiseled out of thought

In misty attitudes, whose majesties

Feed full the pleasure as those beauties pass

To pale extinctions which are beauty fraught.

On rebeck and on rose in plinths of spars,

On glimmering solitudes of flower and stone,

A twilight-glow swoons settled, burned with stars,