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,

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

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…

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

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

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

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…

Are you alive? I touch you. You quiver like a sea—fish. I cover you with my net. What are you —banded one?

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

O be swift— we have always known you wanted us… We fled inland with our flocks. we pastured them in hollows, cut off from the wind