text: The motion of gathering loops of water
  Must either burst or remain in a moment.
  The violet colors through the glass
  Throw up little swellings that appear
  And spatter as soon as another strikes
  And is born; so pure are they of colored
  Hues, that we feel the absent strength
  Of its power. When they begin they gather
  Like sand on the beach: each bubble
  Contains a complete eye of water.