Shadowed by your dear hair, your kind soft eyes

Look on wine-purple seas, whitening afar

With marble foam where the dim islands are.

We sit forgetting. For the great pines rise

Above dark cypress to the dim white skies

So clear and dark and still with one great star,

And marble Dryads round a great white jar

Gleam from the grove. Glimmering the white owl flies

In the dark shades …

If ever life was harsh

Here we forget—if ever friends turned foes.

The sea-cliffs beetle down above the marsh,

And through sea-holly the black panther goes.

And in the shadow of that secret place,

Your kind, dear eyes shine in your dear, dear face.