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

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

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

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…

Bear me to Dictaeus, and to the steep slopes; to the river Erymanthus. I choose spray of dittany, cyperum, frail of flower,

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

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

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),

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,

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

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

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…