Wheeled thro' altitudes of blue
By his rapid shadow's stain.
Or some cloud of sunny white,—
Puffed a lazy drift of pearl,—
Balmy breezes o'er would whirl
Shot with coruscating light.
So we dreamed an hour upon
Those warm rocks, dry, lichen-scabbed.
Lounged beneath long leaves that dabbed
At us coins of shade and sun.