The poem begins, 
"Reflecting still a mentor's shallow print,
 She dives for baubles - lies in turn,
 Stretched cool 'neath shallows in the empty sand"

Any chance you could tell us the timeframe
of when you saw it, or heard it? Where did
you come across it? Are you familiar with
the length of it, or have you only seen the
first part?

I haven't found anything that comes close,
even with misspellings, and omissions. Need
some more clues ;-)

-AI

I found this poem last week,written in my handwriting, inside the back
cover of an old college textbook of mine, which would date it to
1949-50, but I have absolutely no recollection of writing or ever
reading it.  Here is the rest of what I then wrote, though I don't
know if this is the entire poem:

Reflecting still a mentor's shallow print,
she dives for baubles - lies in turn,
stretched cool 'neath shallows in the
empty sand, and waits the tepid touch
of sexless saviours.  Chosen, long denied,
his hands fulfil, yet must erase
the fluted script in virgin hollows.
But now, the sea is calm; a rougher
tap disturbs a misty future-past
confusion - she allows a kind caress,
still turned Messiah-wise, to wait;
while tide sifts husk from chaff, casting
breast, then lips and hair in golden
day.  Eyes alone remain, then
they as well take root in sullen soil,
a sky without horizon.

Can someone please explain what this poem is about? Thanks!

I have had no better luck than others, but I would note that the
spelling of "saviours" is British. So we are probably not looking for
an American poet.