Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,
...
I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.
Every way ends, every road,
...
Over and back,
the long waves crawl
and track the sand with foam;
night darkens, and the sea
...
I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
...
From citron-bower be her bed,
cut from branch of tree a-flower,
fashioned for her maidenhead.
...
O Hymen king.
Hymen, O Hymen king,
what bitter thing is this?
...
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;
...
Wash of cold river
in a glacial land,
Ionian water,
chill, snow-ribbed sand,
...
The light passes
from ridge to ridge,
from flower to flower—
the hepaticas, wide-spread
...