Hilda Doolittle

From Citron-Bower

From citron-bower be her bed, 
cut from branch of tree a-flower, 
fashioned for her maidenhead.

From Lydian apples, sweet of hue, 
cut the width of board and lathe, 
carve the feet from myrtle-wood.

Let the palings of her bed 
be quince and box-wood overlaid 
with the scented bark of yew.

That all the wood in blossoming, 
may calm her heart and cool her blood, 
for losing of her maidenhood.