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),

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

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…

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

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

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;

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

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

Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on that desperate tone