"He is made one with nature."—Shelley.
I.
I mused below dark everlasting rocks,
Hearing the circling happy seamew cry;
I listened to the gentle water-shocks
Of cool clear emerald, how peacefully
Wandering thro' cavern hall, or labyrinth
Worn in the cliff's heart! flowering seathrift
Sang to blithe bees, and breezes; the red plinth
Of ocean-palace pillar in a lift
And fall of playful sunny wavelets glowed;
Until I floated on the hyaline
Into a mystic ocean fay's abode,
Hung with pale sea-grape, walled with coralline,
Gemmed with live jade and garnet, or adorning
Of gleaming opal-hearted passion-flowers,
Living, blue, crimson, as a radiant morning;
While wavelight all the rocky temple dowers,
Golden, blood-jasper, grey, with woven smiles
Quavering musical, 'mid velvet piles
