Light and Wind, by Madison Cawein

  Where, through the myriad leaves of forest trees,
  The daylight falls, beryl and chrysoprase,
  The glamour and the glimmer of its rays
  Seem visible music, tangible melodies:
  Light that is music; music that one sees—
  Wagnerian music—where forever sways
  The spirit of romance, and gods and fays
  Take form, clad on with dreams and mysteries.
  And now the wind's transmuting necromance
  Touches the light and makes it fall and rise,
  Vocal, a harp of multitudinous waves
  That speaks as ocean speaks—an utterance
  Of far-off whispers, mermaid-murmuring sighs—
  Pelagian, vast, deep down in coral caves.