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

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,

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…

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

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

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),

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

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;

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

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

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,

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