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

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…

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

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

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…

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?

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),

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

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

Weed, moss—weed, root tangled in sand, sea—iris, brittle flower, one petal like a shell is broken,

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