She left the hives of magical pearl,
Of dark-heart sapphire and pearl and dreams,
Where the flowers of the noon and the night unfurl
Their rose-rimmed blooms and beams—
Fain of the wandering foam awhirl
On the wild Dimetian streams,
Of the rhododendron bloom on the hills—
(There's dear, red bloom in the pine-dark dell)—
Of rhododendron and daffodils,
And the blue campanula bell,