I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower

In My Garden The Winds Have Beaten The Ripe Lilies; In My Garden, The Salt Has Wilted The First Flakes Of Young Narcissus.

Maid Of The Luminous Grey-eyes, Mistress Of Honey And Marble Implacable White Thighs And Goddess, Chaste Daughter Of Zeus.

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

The Quivering Of Psyche's Butterflies.