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

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),

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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,

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

Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,

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

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