Pound, Ezra: ∆ὡpia

(Doria)

Be in me as the eternal moods    

        of the bleak wind, and not    

As transient things are —    

        gaiety of flowers.    

Have me in the strong loneliness           

        of sunless cliffs    

And of gray waters.    

        Let the gods speak softly of us    

In days hereafter,    

        the shadowy flowers of Orcus    

Remember thee.