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

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),

Weed, moss—weed, root tangled in sand, sea—iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken,

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

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

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…

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…

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

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…

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

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;

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