wikipedia poem, no. 43

after Shelley’s Queen Mab

   of jet
   
So fair so wonderful 
a star over 
the suns the 
   burnished over ocean 
bright couch
 
      Shaded 
there
            
 Be ethereal footsteps like rocks 
        of Spells
             
 Enter the wave
          
   Edged 
          wave
           When the will;
   
      Yet 
          not;
        
      Of purple 
       gleam

* * *

         in glittering yon flood 
          of thrill 
   beaming over the Spirit
 
        Peeps like rocks of 
Heaven
     
    Stretching 
          flood of 
      fear 
          the real palace
          
Hung over 
          the wave
 
Upon the real palace couch
          Shaded their passive 
swell in red the 
immense jet
  
And yet the 
         sun's palace 
          couch
          
      The 
      ethereal 
      palace couch
       
           Hung on 
the immense 
      golden clouds of thirst