From a gold step--among silk cords, gray gauzes, green velvets,
and crystal discs that blacken like bronze in the sun--I see the
foxglove opening up on a tapestry of silver filigree and eyes and
heads of hair.
  Coins of bright gold scattered on agate, mahogany columns 
supporting a dome of emeralds, bouquets of white satin and delicate
inlays of rubies surround the waterrose.
  Like a god with huge blue eyes and limbs like blizzards, the sky
and sea entice to the marble stairway whole mobs of brash young
roses.