AMBERGRIS 
29 
In the sands and the desert of death, 
In the horrible flowerless lands, 
In the fields that the rain and the breath 
Of the sun make as gold as the sands 
With ripening wheat, in the earth, in the infinite 
realm of its seed, 
The hearts of us bleed ! 
 
In the wonderful flowers of the foam, 
Blue billows and breakers grown grey, 
When the storm sweeps triumphantly home 
From the bed of the violate day, 
In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tem-
pestuous night, 
Our song is as light ! 
 
In the tumult of manifold fire, 
Multitudinous mutable feet 
That dance to an infinite lyre 
On the heart of the world as they beat, 
In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the war-
rior Lord of the Fire, 
There burns our desire !