Fantaisies Décoratives

Under the rose-tree's dancing shade
    There stands a little ivory girl,
    Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade.

The red leaves fall upon the mould,
    The white leaves flutter, one by one,
    Down to a blue bowl where the sun,
Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.
 
The white leaves float upon the air,
    The red leaves flutter idly down,
    Some fall upon her yellow gown,
And some upon her raven hair.
 
She takes an amber lute and sings,
    And as she sings a silver crane
    Begins his scarlet neck to strain,
And flap his burnished metal wings.
 
She takes a lute of amber bright,
    And from the thicket where he hides
    Her lover, with his almond eyes,
Watches her movements with delight.
 
And now she gives a cry of fear,
    And tiny tears begin to start:
    A thorn has wounded with its dart
The pink-veined sea-shell of her ear.
 
And now she laughs a merry note:
    There has fallen a petal of the rose
    Just where the yellow satin shows
The blue-veined flower of her throat.
 
With pale green nails of polished jade,
    Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl,
    There stands a little ivory girl
Under the rose-tree's dancing shade.

Against these turbid turquoise skies 
The light and luminous balloons 
Dip and drift like satin moons, 
Drift like silken butterflies; 

Reel with every windy gust, 
Rise and reel like dancing girls, 
Float like strange transparent pearls, 
Fall and float like silver dust. 

Now to the low leaves they cling, 
Each with coy fantastic pose, 
Each a petal of a rose 
Straining at a gossamer string. 

Then to the tall trees they climb, 
Like thin globes of amethyst, 
Wandering opals keeping tryst 
With the rubies of the lime.