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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.