For you who loved me too
As the mistress of transparent towns that showed
Like sea-beasts the embodied ruins
As their bones, it is I who loved you
And crossed the sea, the flawed air
Allayed, now feel beneath my fingers
The seal melt from the fountain,
And recall the lost palatinate.
And for you whose it was
Who can forgive me? what may I offer? as
On this the other shore, unless
A dream rehearses loss,
Air of its charity will flush, the thin moon
From the white kernel of her filmy almond
Leans, and a causeless radiance fills
The palm I dip among these hills.