I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great sheath, as who would say (in a dream),

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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…