Blue is the Adrian sea, and darkly blue The 'gean; and the shafted sun thro' them, That fishes grope to, gives the beamy hue Rayed from her iris's deep diadem.
The blue night falleth, the moon Is over the hill; make fast, Fasten the latch, I am tired: come soon, Come! I would sleep at last In your bosom, my love, my love!
I cannot add one tendril to your bays, Worn quietly where who love you sing your praise; But I may stand Among the household throng with lifted hand, Upholding for sweet honour of the land...