Lilies lift their white symbolical cups,

Whence their symbolical pollen has been excerpted,

Near them I noticed an harp

And the blue satin ribbon,

And the copy of “Hatha Yoga”

And the neat piles of unopened, unopening books,

And she spoke to me of the monarch,

And of the purity of her soul.

VI

Stele

AFTER years of continence

A

he hurled himself into a sea of six women.

Now, quenched as the brand of Meleagar,

he lies by the poluphloisboious sea-coast.

παραἀ ΘῘνα Πολοϕλοίσβοιο Θαλἀσσης.

Siste Viator.

Siste Viator.

VII

I Vecchii

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