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Ghost moths hover over asphodel; Shades, once Lais' peers Drift past us; The mist is grey.
Far over us The white wave-crests flash in the sun; The sea-girls lie upon hot, weedy rocks.
Now the Maid returns to us With fragrance of the world And of the hours of gods. On earth Apple-trees, weighted with red fruit, Streams, passing through the corn lands, Hear laughter.
We pluck the asphodel, Yet we weave no crowns For we have no vines; No one speaks here; No one kisses.