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.