    Reel with every windy gust,
    Rise and reel like dancing girls,
    Float like strange transparent pearls,
    Fall and float like silver dus
    Now to the low leaves they cling,
    Each with coy fantastic pose,
    Each a petal of a rose
    Straining at a gossamer strin
    Then to the tall trees they climb,
    Like thin globes of amethyst,
    Wandering opals keeping tryst
    With the rubies of the lim 