‘The Opal Sea’

An inland sea – blue as a sapphire – set
  Within a sparkling, emerald mountain chain
  Where day and night fir-needles sift like rain
Thro’ the voluptuous air. The soft winds fret
The waves, and beat them wantonly to foam.
  The golden distances across the sea
  Are shot with rose and purple. Languorously
The silver seabirds in wide circles roam.
The sun drops slowly down the flaming West
  And flings its rays across to set aglow
  The islands rocking on the cool waves’ crest
And the great glistening domes of snow on snow.
  And thro’ the mist the Olympics flash and float
  Like opals linked around a beating throat.