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

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

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

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;

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

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

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

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…

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

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