1. THE MAGICIAN'S FLIGHT.
The ocean's magic and its scent,
The salt and pearls of it,
They harried and hounded me on the shore darkling,
That I upraised my hands in despair,
To cling to the golden glimmer of starlight. . .
Into the giant shadow of the sun I plunged,
In the pallid mist I encountered the red moon,
That wept above an ocean teeming with dallying angels. . .
And flutteringly to us they upraised
Their hands and their pinions,
Through which a lily-light trickled,
That made me weep my rapture into the light. . .
Aloof from us the slopes were mutely in tumult,
In the dim unending depths,
Where time and creatures and eternity
Strove with black talons, hovering above abysses. . .
In wordless triumph I returned to the age-old land
Where once as a glow-worm I glowed in the green thicket. . .
Where I was all,
Water and metal,
