Seascape by Zora Cross

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Slowly into the purple cup of Night
   Dusk pours the amber wine of daily prayer,
And, as its fragrance scents these pools of light,
   The opal sea-buds blossom everywhere.

Soon, from her palms of fire, the young moon shakes
   Pale rainbow jewels on the wet, brown sand,
While some chaste nymph her bath of sea-foam takes
   Where jade and green the round waves plunge to land.

Then drowsy Night her storied mantle lifts,
   As some red star-dirk slits the velvet fold,
Which, falling where the sea-foam slowly drifts,
   Lights her quick corpse in eddies of pure gold.

First published in The Australasian, 10 June 1916

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