I
On the paved parapet you will step
carefully from amber stones to onyx flecked
with violet, mingled with light, half showing
the sea-grass and sea-sand underneath, reflecting
your white feet and the gay strap crimson as
lily-buds of Arion, and the gold that binds your
feet.
II
You will pass beneath the island
disk (and myrtle-wood, the carved support
of it) and the white stretch of its white
beach, curved as the moon crescent or ivory
when some fine hand chisels it: when
the sun slips through the far edge, there
is rare amber through the sea, and flecks
of it glitter on the dolphin’s back and
jewelled halter and harness and bit as he
sways under it.