And dazzle color-hungry eyes
With rainbows from the coral wells?
But when your freight is asphodels,
You must be fresh from Enna’s lawn.
Who buys, when such a merchant sells,
And in what market roofed with dawn?
Much would it ease my spirit if
To-day I might embark with you,
Low-drifting like the milkweed-skiff,
Or voyaging against the blue,