Classic Poem

She wears white like a wave;
When she steps a blue
Glitter strikes you through;
Her eyes are grey and grave
And pitifully brave.

I have seen her feet drift
Like water moving on a rock:
Shift and grope over and shift,
Then stop stock
Still with a shock.

Earth troubles her; she
Is Thetis drenched white
With white gold sea light;
Her heel should be
Set on a white sea.