And a woman who had been washing clothes in the sea,
who had spread the white washing on the slope above the bay,
who had laid her shift on the shore,
who had waded out to a shoal of the pale green sea,
pouring water over herself
now turned and came back, with her back to the evening sky.

Her hair was dark and lovely piled up,
her shoulders were pallid with the silent light,
her b were dim and mysterious
in their kindness of twilight.

The man of Byblos clasped his hands in delight
that only could be god-given:
God is one god! But here in the twilight
Aphrodite comes out of the sea towards him!