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

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

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

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;

Whirl up, sea— whirl your pointed pines, splash your great pines on our rocks, hurl your green over us,

Can we believe—by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in disgust, street after street,

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

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,

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…

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