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

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

Stars wheel in purple, yours is no… as Hesperus, nor yet so great a st… as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, nor yet the stained and brilliant… stars turn in purple, glorious to…

Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what light, what fire searing my eye—balls and my eyes w…

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

Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure

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

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

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 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…

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