Caribbean Sunrise

A golden ship

came gliding over,

Too bright its captain

for the bare pupil:

With staves of ring-flame

stretched over stanchions,

With poles of cave-fire

in pinnaces’-path.

He churned the deep

into challenge-color,

Beat the brine

into burnished hue:

With a rosy blush

o’er the rim of the world;

From pole to pole

shone pearly-pink;

Then spread and shifted

to a sparkling brightness,

And deserved the name

of Sunrise Waters.