- Lethe
NOR skin nor hide nor fleece
Shall cover you,
Nor curtain of crimson nor fine
Shelter of cedar-wood be over you,
...
- At Baia
I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous thing,
orchids piled in a great sheath,
...
- From Citron-bower
From citron-bower be her bed,
cut from branch of tree a-flower,
fashioned for her maidenhead.
...
- At Ithaca
Over and back,
the long waves crawl
and track the sand with foam;
night darkens, and the sea
...
- Orchard
I saw the first pear
as it fell--
the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
the yellow swarm
...