Her baby dark eyes awake the night!
Curling dark ringlets splashed softly bright
Wound round on pillows
haloed in light. Intricate pockets
edged with lace that delights.
While breezes blow; the moonlight billows
in from the sea, foaming blues capped white.
They blow Betsy kisses and ivory dreams
in tiny drops, planets of bright blue beads,
skies, ribbons, morning’s dew --
a world, a river, a bay of blue.
Lilies of the valley scent the sunrise;
dancing beside her little door --
blue-green stems lift white bells of light.
Later on we take white wicker chairs
down to the sea. White aspens' whispering leaves
wave to Betsy, bright Betsy, loved Betsy,
Blue and white Betsy – and me.