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

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,

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…

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

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…

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

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

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

The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide—spread under the light

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