No more of gold and marble, nor of snow,

And sunlight, and vermilion, would I make

My vision and my symbols, nor would take

The auroral flame of some prismatic floe,

Nor iris of the frail and lunar bow,

Flung on the shafted waterfalls that wake

The night’s blue slumber in a shadowy lake.***

To body forth my fantasies, and show

Communicable mystery, I would find,

In adamantine darkness of the earth,

Metals untouched of any sun; and bring

Black azures of the nether sea to birth—

Or fetch the secret, splendid leaves, and blind,

Blue lilies of an Atlantean spring.