Iii

Shall I hurl myself from here, Shall I leap and be nearer you? Shall I drop, beloved, beloved, Ankle against ankle? Would you pity me, O white breast?

If I woke, would you pity me, Would our eyes meet?

Have you heard, Do you know how I climbed this rock? My breath caught, I lurched forward-- I stumbled in the ground-myrtle.

Have you heard, O god seated on the cliff, How far toward the ledges of your house, How far I had to walk?