Le Panneau
Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade
With pale green nails of polished jade.
The red leaves fall upon the mould,
Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.
The white leaves float upon the air,
And some upon her raven hair.
She takes an amber lute and sings,
And flap his burnished metal wings.
She takes a lute of amber bright,
Watches her movements in delight.
And now she gives a cry of fear,
The pink-veined sea-shell of her ear.
And now she laughs a merry note:
The blue-veined flower of her throat.
With pale green nails of polished jade,
Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade.
Les Ballons
Against these turbid turquoise skies
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
With the rubies of the lime.