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

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

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

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…

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,

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…

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

Each of us like you has died once, has passed through drift of wood—l… cracked and bent and tortured and unbent

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

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