Memory of Cassis

Do you recall how we sat by the smokily-burning
Twisted odorous trunk of the olive-tree,
In the inn on the cliff, and skinned the ripe green figs,
And heard the white sirocco driving in the sea?

The thunder and the smother there where like a ship’s prow
The light-house breasted the wave? how wanly through the wild spray
Under our peering eyes the eye of the light looked out,
Disheveled, but without dismay?

Do you recall the sweet-alyssum over the ledges
Crawling and the tall heather and the mushrooms under the pines,
And the deep white dust of the broad road leading outward
To a world forgotten, between the dusty almonds and the dusty vines?