Silver dust br lifted from the earth, br higher than my arms reach, br you have mounted. br O silver, br higher than my arms reach br you front us with great mass; br br no flower ever opened br so staunch a white leaf, br no flower ever parted silver br from such rare silver; br br O white pear, br your flower-tufts, br thick on the branch, br bring summer and ripe fruits br in their purple hearts.