From a golden stadium-amid silken cords, gray chiffons, green velvets, and discs of crystal blackening like bronze in the sun-I see the foxglove open on a rug of silver filigree, of eyes, and flowing hair. Yellow gold-pieces lie strewn over agate, mahogany pillars support a dome of emeralds, bouquets of white satin, and delicate stalks of rubies gird the water lily. Like a snow-limbed god with enormous blue eyes, sea and sky lure the throng of sturdy young roses to the marble terraces. |