Sapphire.

The Opal Sea

An inland sea – blue as a sapphire – set

   Within a sparkling, emerald mountain chain

   Where day and night fir-needles sift like rain

Thro’ the voluptuous air. The soft winds fret

The waves, and beat them wantonly to foam.

   The golden distances across the sea

   Are shot with rose and purple. Languorously

The silver seabirds in wide circles roam.

The sun drops slowly down the flaming West

   And flings its rays across to set aglow

   The islands rocking on the cool waves’ crest

And the great glistening domes of snow on snow.

   And thro’ the mist the Olympics flash and float

   Like opals linked around a beating throat.

- Ella Higginson

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