lo, Opal met Cyan atop the hill
which emerald in hue so softly lay
under a sky azure and flecked with cloud
whose bone and iv’ry bodies dim the day
Opal said to Cyan, “See you that sky?
It looks as deep and bright as do your eyes.”
Cyan said, “Opal, look you in that pond
and see reflections great as yonder skies.”
