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

Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple down

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),

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…

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

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,

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

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

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,

I saw the first pear as it fell— the honey—seeking, golden—banded, the yellow swarm was not more fleet than I,