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

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

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…

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…

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…

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

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

Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down

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

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

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

I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,

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;