The Emeralds
Under the bowers
Where the ocean powers,
Sit on their pearled thrones,
Through coral woods
of weltering floods,
Over heaps of unvalued stones,
Through the dim beams,
Which amid the streams
Weave a network of coloured light.
The Emeralds
Under the bowers
Where the ocean powers,
Sit on their pearled thrones,
Through coral woods
of weltering floods,
Over heaps of unvalued stones,
Through the dim beams,
Which amid the streams
Weave a network of coloured light.