Symbols

No more of gold and marble, nor of snow And sunlight and vemilion, 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 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.