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

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;

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

YOU are as gold as the half—ripe grain that merges to gold again, as white as the white rain that beats through

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

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…

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

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

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

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,