Babel of Dreams

And you came indolently toward us, O sensual Sea, fresh and green like a woman half naked under the frills of foam, to dry your snowy feet upon the sand . Trembling with anger like a wild child, you sulked at the lazy, lingering evening, the beautiful evening, the lover rouging your cheeks! . . And you hurled our stars and dreams high above as far as the zenith with the rolling hollows and smoothnesses of your waves, slack glass beads come to us from the Orient! . .