Such times as windy moods do stir
  The foamless billows of the wheat,
I glimpse the floating limbs of her
  In instant visions melting sweet.

A milky shoulder’s dip and gleam,
  Or arms that clasp upon the air,
An upturned face’s rosy dream,
  Half blinded by the sunlit hair.

A haunting mermaid mid the swell
  And...