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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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…

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,