To the loved days we shared alone,
Leda, beyond the moons and miles
The swan of my desire has flown.

Again you stand, as once you stood,
Naked, with sun-ignited hair,
Before the dark Hellenic wood

That hangs beside that halcyon sea:
And all my heart is turned to love,
And love fulfills the veins of me.

No Syrinx flees, no satyr sallies
From the still oaks and brooding bays:
In us their ancient rapture rallies

That sweeps away the world, and brings
Once more the many-flowered prime
After an age of flowerless things.

To the loved days we shared alone,
Leda, beyond the moons and miles
The swan of my desire has flown.