Then the faceted air
And floating, below the sea churning shingle
Floating, each on invisible raft
on the high current, invisible fluid
Recumbent, the right arm cast back

the right wrist for a pillow,
The left hand, a calyx, thumb to ring-finger
The first fingers petaled up, the hand as a lamp
a calyx.

From toe to head

The purple, blue-pale smoke of the incense
 Wrapped each in burnoos, smoke as the olibanum's
 swift, as if joyous.

 Wrapped, floating, and the blue-pale smoke of the incense
 swift to rise, then lazily in the wind,

as Aeolus over bean-filed,
As hay in the sun, the olibanum, saffron
Myrrh without styrax,

Each man in his cloth on the right high current;
on toward the cataract,

over which

In the air, strong the bright flames, V shaped :

Nel fuoco

D'amore mi mise, nel fuoco d'amore mi mise !

Yellow, bright saffron, croceo,

The current of the meditators, onward over the cataract

And as the olibanum bursts into flame,
the bodies so;; burst in the air, and sang also

' Mi mise, il mio sposo novello "
And shot from stream into spiral

And looking back to the flowing, saw others approaching
the cta
saw others approaching the cataract,
as to dawn out of shadow, the swathed cloths now
pale purple and orange, in that light
and the blue water dusky beneath them,
pouring there into the cataract,
With noise of the sea over shingle,
beneath, strinking:

hah hah ahah thmm, thumb, ah
woh woh araha thmmm, bhaaa

And from the floating bodies the incense
blue-pale and purple above them.
The shelf shelf of the Lotophagoi
aerial, cut in the aether,

Reclining,
with the silver spilla,
the ball as of melted amber, coiled, caught and upturned,
the Lotophagoi of the suave nails, quiet, scornful:
voce profondo: feared neither death nor pain for this
beauty,
If harm, harm to ourselves."

And beneath, the clean bones

far down, thousand on thousand :

What gain with Odysseus,
they that died in the whirl-pool,
And after many vain labours,
Living by stolen meat, chained to the rowing-bench

that he should have a great fame

and lie by night with the goddess,
Their names are not written in bronze,
nor their rowing-sticks set with Elpenor's
Nor have they mound by the sea-bord,

That saw never the olives under Sparta,
with the leaves green and then not green
the click of the light in their branches;
That saw not the bronze hall nor the ingle
Nor lay there with the Queen's spinning maids
Nor had they Circe to couch mate, Circe tTitania,
nor had they meats of Kalupso
Or her slik skirts brushing their thighs

and
Dhatvam ; what were they given ?

Poison and ear wax, and a salt grave
by the bull-field

(neson amumona) their heads like sea-crows in the foam
black splotches, sea-weed under lightening ;

Canned beef of #Apollo, ten cans for a boat load,
Ligur aoide.

Qui procul trinacria "

And from the base of that cliff
the water fall caught into river,
and to the right side road cut in the rock
where the cliff bends like a curtain

Green plane to right hand,
and there the Khan's hunting leopard, and young Salustio
and Ixotta, the suave turf

Ac ferae familiares, and the car slowly, the
panthers, soft footed, drawing benificent sleepers,
Below the in the plane of Sun Somnus

the heavy cars as a triumph,
Gilded, heavy on wheel, and the panthers chained to
the cars,

Over suave turf, in each the form wrapped,
Rose, crimson, deep-crimson, and in the blue dusk
a colour as of rust in the sun-light,

out of the white cloud, over the plain,
on their right sides, head in arm's curve,
the road, cut in the face of the rock
as the cliff folds like a curtain,
the road cut under rock,
down through canon, cut in the rocks edge,
chiostri, the crystal columns, holding the outer edge,
peacocks in the capitals,
soft pad of beats dragging the cars,
at
Slow, without creak, the windowe windows in cliff-side
le donne e i cavalieri,

smoothe face under hennin,
The sleeves embroidered with flowers,

with great acorns of gold and scarlet,
The cramoisi and diaspre,

purple leaves in spread silk,

Slashad white through slit velvet

cloums of crystal, acanthus, beasts coiled into cap

in capitoli,

And at last between gilded barocco

two columns fluted,

Vanoka leaning , half naked,

waste hall streteching behind her