Thou art come at length More beautiful Than any cool god In a chamber under Lycia’s far coast,

Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood—l… cracked and bent and tortured and unbent

White, O white face— from disenchanted days wither alike dark rose and fiery bays: no gift within our hands,

I first tasted under Apollo’s lip… love and love sweetness, I, Evadne; my hair is made of crisp violets or hyacinth which the wind combs b…

Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea—fish. I cover you with my net. What are you —banded one?

So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the l… above the earth, I who could have slept among the l… at last;

Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,

Silver dust lifted from the earth, higher than my arms reach, you have mounted. O silver,

NOR skin nor hide nor fleece Shall cover you, Nor curtain of crimson nor fine Shelter of cedar—wood be over you, Nor the fir—tree