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

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

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…

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

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…

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

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

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…

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

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),

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

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,