The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide—spread under the light

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;

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

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

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

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

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…

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

From citron—bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a—flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, cut the width of board and lathe,

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…

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