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…

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

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

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;

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),

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

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

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

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

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