He found her here and there; With flare, afar; presidentress Of the dew and morning star. She was the river valley where he lived; Her a.m. sheen was more, more real Than dreamy creams his sleep had pearled. From invisible to veriest She shone in vermillioned morning mist On lungs, on eyes, and on the hairy grass. Her liquid shine, napalmed gold, Glossed immensest midnight's diminuendo. No nightmare alligators crawled Prickling plain or blue bayou Flattened from the mountains of a dream To the drear of here and nearer. Dry exegesis of our watery sphere.