[Greek]

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.