The sky a cliff of blue. Her pollen is eternal life, Endless ambrosial foam. It feeds the swarming stars and fills Their hearts with honeycomb. The earth is but a passion-flower With blood upon his crown. Agate is the dome, Cornelian the wall.
Ghouls are in the cellar, But fays upon the stairs.
And here lived old King Silver Dreams, Always at his prayers. Here lived gray Queen Silver Dreams, Always signing psalms, And haughty Grandma Silver Dreams, Throned with folded palms. Here played cousin Alice. Her soul was best of all. In our ancestral hall.