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;

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…

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

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

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

Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down

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…

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

From citron—bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a—flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe,

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

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