Another instance of combined truth and poetry may be found in "An Invitation":
A cloud Byzantium newly born,
With flickering spires and dome of pearl.
And in "Pictures from Appledore" the same poet in the embodiment of a delightful idea in words says of the moon:
Rather to call it the canoe
Hollowed out of a single pearl.
In these illustrations, imagination is true to nature on either hand, for the beady ridges of the half melted or frozen snow on the tree twigs, the soft luster of a white cloud dome and the pale round moon, alike are characterized by beauties which are pearly. In his more involved metaphor the same nice avoidance of incongruity is noticeable. Though raindrops are not pearly, the white fringe of a shore-driven wave is, which he notes in "Sea-Weed":
For the same wave that rims the Carib shore
With momentary brede of pearl and gold.