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;

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us,

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?