I dived; the dreamy light allured me on To depths where shadow wrecks loomed with their dead, Whose ribs the lazy fishes lie upon, Whose fleshless hands grasp gold and rubies red.

The waves washed golden dust into my eyes, Which fevered me with longing and surprise; I saw the skeletons in ghastly strife For gold; their empty skulls grinned: This is life.

Miriam Daniell