Wind-Flicked And Ruddy Her Young Body Glowed In Sunny Shallows, Splashing Them To Spray; But When On Rippled, Silver Sand She Lay, And Over Her The Little Green Waves Flowed, Coldly Translucent And Moon-Coloured Showed Her Frail Young Beauty, As If Rapt Away From All The Light And Laughter Of The Day To Some Twilit, Forlorn Sea-God'S Abode. Again Into The Sun With Happy Cry She Leapt Alive And Sparkling From The Sea, Sprinkling White Spray Against The Hot Blue Sky, A Laughing Girl ... And Yet, I See Her Lie Under A Deeper Tide Eternally In Cold Moon-Coloured Immortality.