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

The mysteries remain, I keep the same cycle of seed—time and of sun and rain; Demeter in the grass,

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;

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,

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…

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

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

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

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…

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

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),