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

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

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…

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

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…

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

I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,

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

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

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