Iolé
I long for white lilies,
White roses and rest-
White raiment and silence,
Like a dove's white breast.
Thy faun came too near me,
(Well loved I the dance)
My garland he blighted
With his ribald glance.
Thy faun danced too wildly,
His wreath was awry,
His pipe was discordant,
Too harsh was his cry.
I long for white raiment:
My garland so gay
I've plucked at in horror
And flung far away.
I long for white lilies,
I ask to be still.
Oh silence his singing!
Come, cover and kill!
Structure
20 lines · 5 stanzas