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

The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed—time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass,

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

Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone

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;

I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,

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

YOU are as gold as the half—ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through

Will you glimmer on the sea? Will you fling your spear—head On the shore? What note shall we pitch? We have a song,

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

O be swift— we have always known you wanted us… We fled inland with our flocks. we pastured them in hollows, cut off from the wind