text: Her terrace was the sand
  And the palms and the twilight.
  
  She made of the motions of her wrist
  The grandiose gestures
  Of her thought.
  
  The rumpling of the plumes
  Of this creature of the evening
  Came to be sleights of sails
  Over the sea.
  
  And thus she roamed
  In the roamings of her fan,
  
  Partaking of the sea,
  And of the evening,
  As they flowed around
  And uttered their subsiding sound.