Sink out of being, and go down, go down Through the steep layers of emerald and jade With warm thin skin of turquoise overlaid, Where the slow coral spins a ghostly town Of tower and minaret and fretted crown, Give up your breath in sleep's subaqueous shade, Hold to oblivion; are you afraid Of cold deep death? Are you afraid to drown?
You have three flashing looks, like fairy wishes; One burns your eyelids with a lightning-wink Which turns into a rainbow world, and one Shows sea-birds brighter than the silver fishes, And one- the last wild chance before you sink- A flock of dancing clouds about the sun.