Thou art come at length More beautiful Than any cool god In a chamber under Lycia’s far coast,

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…

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

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

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…

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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