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-                               HEPHAESTUS
-                         PERSEPHONE AT ENNA AND
-                           SAPPHO IN LEUCADIA
-
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-
-                                   BY
-                            ARTHUR STRINGER
-
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-
-                   METHODIST BOOK & PUBLISHING HOUSE
-                                TORONTO
-                         GRANT RICHARDS, LONDON
-                                  1903
-
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-
-                           Table of Contents
-
-                           Dedication
-                           Hephaestus
-                           Persephone
-                           Sappho in Leucadia
-
-    Table of Contents added for reader's convenience.
-
-    Transcriber's Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
-
-
-
-
-                               DEDICATION
-
-
-                What bird that climbs the cool dim Dawn
-                But loves the air its wild wings roam?
-                And yet when all the day is gone
-                But turns its weary pinions home,
-                And when the yellow twilight fills
-                The lonely stretches of the West,
-                Comes down across the darkened hills,
-                Once more to its remembered nest?
-
-                And I who strayed, O Fond and True,
-                To seek that glory fugitive
-                And fleeting music that is You,
-                But echoes of yourself can give
-                As through the waning gold I come
-                To where the Dream and Dreamer meet:
-                Yet should my faltering lips be dumb,
-                I lay these gleanings at your feet!
-
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-
-
-                               HEPHAESTUS
-
-
-    (HEPHAESTUS, _finding that his wife_ APHRODITE _is loved by his
-    brother_ ARES, _voluntarily surrenders the goddess to this
-    younger brother, whom, it is said_, APHRODITE _herself
-    preferred_.)
-
-  Take her, O Ares! As Demeter mourned
-  Through many-fountained Enna, I shall grieve
-  Forlorn a time, and then, it may be, learn,
-  Some still autumnal twilight by the sea
-  Golden with sunlight, to remember not!
-  As the dark pine forgoes the pilgrim thrush
-  I, sad of heart, yet unimpassioned, yield
-  To you this surging bosom soft with dreams,
-  This body fashioned of Aegean foam
-  And languorous moonlight. But I give you not
-  The eluding soul that in her broods and sleeps,
-  And ne’er was mine of old, nor can be yours.
-  It was not born of sea and moon with her,
-  And though it nests within her, no weak hand
-  Of hers shall cage it as it comes and goes,
-  Sorrows and wakens, sleeps, and sings again.
-  And so I give you but the hollow lute,
-  The lute alone, and not the voices low
-  That sang of old to some forgotten touch.
-  The lamp I give, but not the glimmering flame
-  Some alien fire must light, some alien dusk
-  Enisle, ere it illume your land and sea.
-  The shell I give you, Ares, not the song
-  Of murmuring winds and waves once haunting it;
-  The cage, but not love’s wings that come and go.
-  I give you them, light brother, as the earth
-  Gives up the dew, the mountain-side the mist!
-
-    Farewell sad face, that gleamed so like a flower
-  Through Paphian groves to me of old—farewell!
-  Some Fate beyond our dark-robed Three ordained
-  This love should wear the mortal rose and not
-  Our timeless amaranth. ’Twas writ of old, and lay
-  Not once with us. As we ourselves have known,
-  And well your sad Dodonian mother found,
-  From deep to deep the sails of destined love
-  Are blown and tossed by tides no god controls;
-  And at the bud of our too golden life
-  Eats this small canker of mortality!
-
-    I loved her once, O Ares—
-  I loved her once as waters love the wind;
-  I sought her once as rivers seek the sea;
-  And her deep eyes, so dream-besieged, made dawn
-  And midnight one. Flesh of my flesh she was,
-  And we together knew dark days and glad.
-  Then fell the change;—some hand unknown to us
-  Shook one white petal from the perfect flower,
-  And all the world grew old. Ah, who shall say
-  When Summer dies, or when is blown the rose?
-  Who, who shall know just when the quiet star
-  Out of the golden West is born again?
-  Or when the gloaming saddens into night?
-  ’Twas writ, in truth, of old; the tide of love
-  Has met its turn, the long horizon lures
-  The homing bird, the harbour calls the sail.
-  Home, home to your glad heart she goes, while I
-  Fare on alone, and only broken dreams
-  Abide with me! And yet, when you shall tread
-  Lightly your sunlit hills with her and breathe
-  Life’s keener air, all but too exquisite,
-  Or look through purpling twilight on the world,
-  Think not my heart has followed nevermore
-  Those glimmering feet that walked once thus with me,
-  Nor dream my passion by your passion paled.
-  But lower than the god the temple stands;
-  As deeper is the sea than any wave,
-  Sweeter the summer than its asphodel,
-  So love far stronger than this woman is.
-  She from the untiring ocean took her birth,
-  And from torn wave and foam her first faint breath;
-  Child of unrest and change, still through her sweeps
-  Her natal sea’s tumultuous waywardness!
-  And losing her, lo, one thin drifting cloud
-  Curls idly from the altar in that grove
-  Where burn the fires that know not change or death!
-
-    Yet she shall move the strange desires of men;
-  For in her lie dim glories that she dreams
-  Not of, and on her ever broods a light
-  Her Cyprian eyes ne’er saw; and evermore
-  Round her pale face shall pleading faces press;
-  Round her shall mortal passion beat and ebb.
-  Years hence, as waves on islands burst in foam,
-  Madly shall lives on her strange beauty break.
-
-  When she is yours and in ambrosial glooms
-  You secretly would chain her kiss by kiss,
-  Though close you hold her in your hungering arms,
-  And with voluptuous pantings you and she
-  Mingle, and seem the insentient moment one,
-  Yet will your groping soul but lean to her
-  Across the dusk, as hill to lonely hill,
-  And in your warmest raptures you shall learn
-  There is a citadel surrenders not
-  To any captor of the outer walls;
-  In sorrow you shall learn there is a light
-  Illumines not, a chamber it were best
-  To leave untrod.
-                      O Ares, dread the word
-  That silences this timorous nightingale,
-  The touch that wakens strings too frail for hands;
-  For, giving her, I gain what you shall lose;
-  Forsaking her, I hold her closer still.
-  The sea shall take a deeper sound; the stars
-  Stranger and more mysterious henceforth
-  Shall seem, the darkening sky-line of the West
-  For me, the solitary dreamer, now shall hold
-  Voices and faces that I knew not of.
-  More, henceforth, shall all music mean to me,
-  And she, through lonely musings, ever seem
-  As beautiful as are the dead. But you—
-  You in your hand shall guard the gathered rose,
-  Shall hold the riven veil, the loosened chord!
-
-  So love your hour, bright god, ere it is lost,
-  A swan that sings its broken life away.
-  In that brief hour, ’tis writ, you shall hear breathe
-  Songs blown from some enchanted island home,
-  Then mourn for evermore life’s silent throats,—
-  Aye, seek and find the altar when its fires
-  Are ashes, and the worship vain regret!
-  A mystic law more strong than all delight
-  Or pain shall each delicious rapture chill,
-  Exacting sternly for each ecstasy;
-  And when her voice enwraps you and in arms
-  Luxurious your softest languor comes,
-  Faintly torn wings shall flutter for the sun,
-  Madly old dreams shall struggle toward the light,
-  And, drugged with opiate passion, you shall know
-  Dark days and shadowy moods when she may seem
-  To some dusk underworld enchaining you.
-  Yet I shall know her as she was of old,
-  Fashioned of moonlight and Aegean foam;
-  Some visionary gleam, some glory strange
-  Shall day by day engolden her lost face.
-  The slow attrition of the years shall wear
-  No tenderest charm away, and she shall live
-  A lonely star, a gust of music sweet,
-  A voice upon the Deep, a mystery!
-  But in the night, I know, the lonely wind
-  Shall sigh of her, the restless ocean moan
-  Her name with immemorial murmurings,
-  And the sad golden summer moon shall mourn
-  With me, and through the gloom of rustling leaves
-  The shaken throats of nightingales shall bring
-  Her low voice back, the incense of the fields
-  Recall too well the odour of her hair.
-  But lo, the heart doth bury all its dead,
-  As mother Earth her unremembered leaves;
-  So the sad hour shall pass, and with the dawn
-  Serene I shall look down where hills and seas
-  Throb through their dome of brooding hyaline
-  And see from Athens gold to Indus gray
-  New worlds awaiting me, and gladly go,—
-  Go down among the toilers of the earth
-  And seek the rest, the deeper peace that comes
-  Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife.
-  There my calm soul shall know itself, and watch
-  The golden-sandalled Seasons come and go,
-  Still god-like in its tasks of little things;
-  And, woven not with grandeurs and red wars,
-  Wanting somewhat in gold and vermeil, shall
-  The Fates work out my life’s thin tapestry,
-  As sorrow brings me wisdom, and the pang
-  Of solitude, O Ares, keeps me strong!
-
-
-
-
-                               PERSEPHONE
-
-
-  Goddess and Mother, let me smooth thy brow
-  And cling about thee for a little time
-  With these pale hands,—for see, still at the glow
-  Of all this white-houred noon and alien sun
-  I tremble like a new-born nightingale
-  Blown from its nest into bewildering rain.
-
-  How shall I tell thee, Mother, of those days
-  My aching eyes saw not this azure sea
-  Of air, unknown in Death’s gray Underworld
-  And only whispered of by restless Shades
-  Rememb’ring shadowy things across their dusk?—
-  Or how I often asked: “Canst thou, dark heart,
-  Remember home? So far and long forlorn
-  Canst thou, my heart, remember Sicily?”
-  Then didst thou, weeping, call Persephone
-  The Many-Songed, and where thy lonely voice
-  Once fell all greenness faded and the song
-  Of birds all died, and down from brazen heights
-  A blood-red sun long noon by sullen noon
-  On ashen days and desolation shone;
-  And cattle lowed about the withered springs,
-  And Earth gaped wide, each arid Evening moaned
-  Amid the dusk for rain, or dew at most.
-  But thou in anger didst withhold the green,
-  And grim of breast forbade the bursting sap,
-  And dared the darkest sky-line of lone Deeps
-  For thy lost daughter, and could find her not.
-
-  Then came the Arethusan whisper, and release;
-  The refreshing rains washed down and gushed
-  And sluiced the juicy grasses once again,
-  And bird by bird, the Summer was re-born,
-  And drooping in thine arms I wakened here.
-  Yet all those twilight days I was content
-  Though silent as a frozen river crept
-  The hours entombed, though far I was from thee
-  And from the Nysian fields of open sun,
-  The sound of waters, and the throats of song.
-
-  But when with happier lips I tell thee all
-  Thou must, worn Mother, leave me here alone
-  Where soft as early snow the white hours fall
-  About my musing eyes, and life seems strange,
-  And strange the muffled piping of the birds,
-  And strange the drowsy music of the streams,
-  The whispering pavilions of the pines;
-  And more than strange the immersing wash of air
-  That breathes and sways and breaks through all my being
-  And lulls away, like seas intangible,
-  Regrets, and tears, and days of heavy gloom.
-  O Mother, all these things are told not of
-  Where I have been, and on these eyes estranged
-  Earth’s vernal sweetness falls so mystical
-  Its beauty turns a thing of bitter tears;
-  And even in my gladness I must grieve
-  For this dark change, where Death has died to me,—
-  For my lost Gloom, where life was life to me!
-
-  Long years from now shall ages yet unborn
-  Watch the returning Spring and strangely yearn;
-  Others shall thrill with joy like unto mine;
-  Vague things shall move them and strange voices steal
-  Through sad, bud-scented April eves to them.
-  Round them shall fall a glory not of earth,
-  As now o’er these Sicilian meadows fall
-  Dim memories that come I know not whence.
-  In lands I know not of some sorrowing girl
-  Shall faintly breathe: “I am Persephone
-  On such a day!” and through the world shall run
-  The immemorial rapture and the pangs,
-  And pale-eyed ghosts shall creep out to the light
-  And drink the sun, like wine, and live once more.
-  The dower of my delight shall make them glad;
-  The tears of my regret shall weigh them down,
-  And men with wondering eyes shall watch the Spring
-  Return, and weep, indeed, these selfsame tears,
-  And laugh with my good laughter, knowing not
-  Whence came their passing bliss so torn with pain.
-
-  For good is Enna, and the wide, glad Earth,
-  And good the comfortable green of grass
-  And Nysian meadows still so milky pale;
-  Good seems the dark steer in the noonday sun,
-  The ploughman’s keel that turns black waves of loam,
-  The laughing girls, the fluting shepherd boys,
-  And beautiful the song of many birds;
-  Good seem these golden bees whose busy wings
-  With wavering music drone and die away,—
-  The orchard odours and the seas of bloom;
-  And good the valleys where the green leaves breathe,
-  The hills where all the patient pines look down;
-  Good seem the lowland poplars bathed in light,
-  That pillar from the plain this tent of blue,—
-  The quiet homes amid the cooling fields,
-  The flashing rivers and the woods remote,
-  The little high white town among the hills!
-
-  All, all are good to look on, and most dear
-  To my remembering eyes. Each crocus, too,
-  And gold narcissus, gleams memorial,—
-  Untouched of sorrow for that troubled day
-  Impetuous hoof and wheel threshed through the wheat,
-  And ’mid these opiate blooms the Four-Horsed One
-  Swept down on me, half lost in pensive dreams,
-  And like a poppy in some panting noon,
-  All drooping, bore me to the gates of Hell,—
-  When on my fragile girlhood closed his arms
-  As on some seed forlorn Earth’s darkest loam.
-  Yet think not, Mother, this fierce Son of Night
-  Brought only sorrow with him, for behold,
-  In learning to forbear I learned to love;
-  And battling pale on his impassioned breast
-  I felt run through my veins some golden pang
-  Of dear defeat, some subjugation dim,
-  Presaging all this bosom once was made
-  To be thus crushed, ere once it could be glad.
-  Thus are we fashioned, Mother, though we live
-  Immortal or the sons of men; and so
-  Each day on my disdain some tendril new
-  Bound me the closer to him; loving not,
-  Some wayward bar of pity caged me down,
-  And day by languid day amid Death’s gloom,
-  I grew to lean upon him, and in time
-  I watched his coming and his absence wept.
-  I walked companion to his pallid shades,
-  And pale as yon thin crescent noonday moon
-  I dwelt with him, a ghost amid his ghosts.
-  If this was love, I loved him more than life.
-  And now he means to me what flame and ruin
-  And tumultuous conflagration of great towers
-  And citadels must mean to martial eyes,
-  Bewildering the blood like dizzy wine
-  And sweeping on to any maddened end:
-  I came to glory in him,—felt small hands
-  Clutch at my breast when he was standing near,
-  And knew his cruel might, yet thrilled to it
-  And in his strength even took my weak delight.
-  Stern were his days, yet leaned he patient o’er
-  This wayward heart, till I in wonder saw
-  From those dark weeds of wanton lust creep forth
-  Belated violets of calmer love,—
-  And, link by link, found all my life enchained!
-
-  Only at times the music of the Sea
-  Sang in my ears its old insistent note;
-  Only at times I heard the wash and rush
-  Of waves on open shores and windy cliffs;
-  Only at times I seemed to see great wings
-  Scaling some crystal stairway to the Sun,
-  And languid eagles shouldering languid clouds.
-  Singing on summer mornings too I heard,—
-  I caught the sound that sweet green waters make,
-  The music—O so delicate!—of leaves
-  And rustling grasses, and the stir of wings
-  About dim gardens. Where shy nightingales
-  Shook their old sorrow over Ida’s gloom
-  I into immortality was touched
-  Once more by song and moonlight, far away.
-  I mused beside dim fires with Memory
-  And through my tears rebuilt some better life
-  Untouched of time and change, and dreaming thus
-  Forgot my woe, and, first of all the gods,
-  I, wistful-eyed, with Aspiration walked!
-
-  For, Mother, see, this dubious death in life
-  Makes beautiful my immortality:
-  Once all my world was only phantom stream
-  And shadowy flower, and song that was not song,
-  And wrapt in white eternities I walked
-  A daughter of the gods, who knew not Death:
-  I was a thing of coldness and disdain,
-  Half-losing all that was so dear in life:
-  Enthroned in astral taciturnity,
-  I, looking tranquil-eyed on beauties old,
-  E’er faced some dull Forever, strange to Hope
-  And strange to Sorrow, strange to Tears,—Regrets;
-  Joy was not joy, and living was not life.
-  So unreluctantly the long years went,
-  Though I had all that we, the gods, have asked,
-  Drunk with life’s wine, I could not sing the grape,
-  And knew not once, till Hades touched my hand
-  And made me wise, how good the world could be.
-
-  Now, now I know the solace and the thrill
-  Of passing Autumns and awakening Springs;
-  I know and love the Darkness, many-voiced,
-  Since Night it was that taught me to be strong;
-  The meaning of all music now I know,—
-  The song autumnal sky and twilit seas
-  Would sing so well, if once they found the words,—
-  The sorrow of dear shores grown low and dim
-  To darkling eyes, that may not look again,—
-  The beauty of the rose made rich by death,—
-  The throbbing lark that hymns amid the yew,
-  And mortal love grown glorious by the grave.
-
-  For worlds and faces now I see beyond
-  The sad-aisled avenues of evening stars;
-  The Future, like an opal dawn, unfurls
-  To me, and all the dreaming Long Ago
-  Lies wide and luring as the open Deep.
-  And so, still half in gloom and half in sun
-  Shall men and women dwell as I have dwelt.
-  Half happy and half sad their days shall fall,
-  And grief shall only learn beside the grave
-  How beauteous life can be, how deep is love.
-  As snow makes soft Earth’s vernal green, so tears
-  Shall make its laughter sweet, and lovers strange
-  To thee and me, gray Mother, many years
-  From now shall feel this thing and dimly know
-  The bitter-sweetness of this hour to me,
-  Whom Life has given unto Death and Death
-  Back unto Life—both ghost and goddess, lo,
-  Who faced these mortal tears to fathom love!
-
-
-
-
-                           SAPPHO IN LEUCADIA
-
-
-    SCENE.—_The white-rocked promontory of Leucate, on the Island
-    of Leucadia, overlooking the Ionian Sea. High on the cliff, in
-    the background, towers the Leucadian Temple to Apollo, white and
-    gold in the waning sunlight._ SAPPHO, _of Lesbos, stands on the
-    brink of the cliff, and at her feet kneels_ PHAON, _of Mitylene.
-    As they gaze seaward a group of young shepherds pass from the
-    Temple, and a voice in the distance is heard singing._
-
-SAPPHO
-    Where rests your sail that faced so many winds?—
-    (O Aphrodite, help me in this hour!)
-
-PHAON
-    There white against the blue of yonder bay.
-
-SAPPHO
-    It seems a little thing to creep so far
-    From home and Asian shores—a little thing!
-
-PHAON
-    Bird-throated child of Lesbos—
-
-SAPPHO (_musingly_)
-                                  Yet I too
-    Am frail, and I have fared on troubled seas!
-
-PHAON
-    Bird-throated child of Lesbos, let us turn
-    To those dark hills of home and Long Ago
-    That one great love relumes, and one lost voice
-    Still like a fading lute with sorrow haunts.
-
-SAPPHO
-    Dear hills of sun and gloom and green—soft hills
-    Ambrosial I shall see no more!
-
-PHAON
-                                 Nay, come,
-    O Violet-Crowned, come back where still the girls
-    Laugh ruddy-ankled round the Lesbian vats
-    And swart throats from the laden galleys sing
-    At eve of love and women as of old—
-
-SAPPHO
-    How far away those twilight voices are!
-
-PHAON
-    And down the solemn Dorian scale the pipes
-    Wander and plead, then note by note awake
-    Shrill with Aeolian gladness once again.
-    Come back where opiate lyres shall drowse away
-    This wordless hunger that has paled your face,
-    Where island hills reach out their arms for you;
-    Come back, and be at rest!
-
-SAPPHO (_turning to him_)
-                             O island home
-    Where we were happy once!
-
-PHAON
-                            And shall again
-    Be happy as of old, remembering not
-    The little shower that gathered at the break
-    Of dawns so blue and golden. For to you,
-    Sad-hearted Alien, have I come afar
-    By many lands and seas to lure you back,—
-    Back where the olive groves and laughing hills
-    Still glow so purple from Aeolia’s coast
-    And all the harbour-lights have watched so long,
-    Like weary eyes, for you to come again.
-
-SAPPHO
-    Yes, well I know them where their paths of gold
-    Once lay like wavering music on the sea.
-
-PHAON
-    And slowly there, like wine with honey made
-    Too sweet, our languid days shall flow.
-
-SAPPHO
-                                        O home
-    Where we so long ago were happy once!
-
-PHAON
-    ’Twas but a little time I went from you,
-    And I have sorrowed for it, and am wise;
-    And with my wisdom, lo, the tremulous wings
-    Of twilight love have now flown home again.
-
-SAPPHO
-    It is too late, my Phaon.
-                            Your light hand
-    Has crushed the silver goblet of my heart,
-    And all the wine is spilt; the page is read,
-    And from the tale the olden glory gone;
-    The lamp has failed amid the glimmering dusk
-    Of midnight; and now even music sounds
-    Mournful as evening bells on seas unknown.
-
-PHAON
-    O, Lesbos waits, and still you will not come—
-    Our home is calling, and you will not hear?
-
-SAPPHO
-    Out of my time I am, and like a bird
-    On nor’land wings too early flown, I dream
-    Amid the wintry cold of all the world
-    Of dawns and summer rains I ne’er shall see! . . .
-    Lightly you loved me, Phaon, long ago,
-    And there were other arms unknown to me
-    That folded over you, though none more fond
-    Than mine that fell so wing-like round your head.
-    And there were other eyes that drooped as mine
-    Despairingly before your pleading mouth;
-    And many were the nights I wept, and learned
-    How sorrowful is all divided love,
-    Since one voice must be lost, and being lost,
-    Is then remembered most.
-
-PHAON
-                           But you alone
-    It was, pale-throated woman, that I loved:
-    Through outland countries have I seen your eyes,
-    And like a tender flow’r through perilous ways
-    Your face has gone before me, and your voice
-    Across dim meadows and mysterious seas
-    Has drawn me to you, calling from the dunes
-    Where Summer once hung low above our hands
-    And we, as children, dreamed to dreaming waves,
-    And all the world seemed made for you and me.
-
-SAPPHO
-    It is too late; for now the wine of life
-    Is spilt, the shore-lark of first love has flown,
-    And all the Summer waned.
-                                Yet, long ago,
-    How lightly I had passed through any pain,—
-    How gladly I had gone to any home,
-    A wanderer with you o’er many seas;
-    And slept beside your little fire content,
-    And fared still on again between green hills
-    And echoing valleys where the eagled pines
-    Were full of gloom, and many waters sang,—
-    Still on to some low plain and highland coign
-    Remembered not of men, where we had made
-    Our home amid the music of the hills,
-    Letting life’s twilight sands glide thro’ the glass
-    So golden-slow, so glad, no plaintive chime
-    Could e’er be blown across autumnal eves
-    From Life’s gray towers of many-tongued Regret:
-    Then I had been most happy at your side,
-    Easing this aching heart with homely thoughts
-    And turning these sad hands to simple things.
-    In the low oven that should gleam by night
-    Baking my wheaten loaves, and with my wheel
-    Spinning the milky wool, and light of heart
-    Dipping my brazen pitcher in the spring
-    That bubbled by our door.
-                            And then, perchance
-    (O anodyne for all dark-memoried days!),
-    To feel the touch of little clinging hands
-    And hold your child and mine close on this breast,
-    And croon it songs and tunes quite meaningless
-    Unto the bosom where no milk has been,
-    And fonder than the poolside flutings low
-    Of dreaming frogs to their Arcadian Pan.
-    There had I borne to you a sailor-folk,
-    A tawny-haired swart brood of boys, as brave
-    As mine old Phaon was, cubbed by the sea
-    And buffeted by wind and brume; and I,
-    On winter nights when all the waves were black,
-    In musing-wise had told them tales and dreams
-    Of Lesbian days, e’en though the words should sound
-    To my remembering heart, so far from home,
-    As mournful as the wind to imprisoned men;
-    —Old tales they should re-tell long ages hence
-    Unto their children’s children by the fire
-    When loud the dark South-West that brings the rain
-    Moaned round their eaves. And in more happy days
-    By some pale silver summer moon, when dim
-    The waters were—mysterious eves of dusk,
-    And music, stars, and silence, when the sea
-    Sighs languorously as a god in sleep—
-    Singing into my saddened heart should come
-    White thoughts, to bloom in words as roses break
-    And blow and wither and are gone; and we,
-    Reckless of time, should waken not and find
-    Our hearts grown old, but evermore live on
-    As do the stars and Earth’s untroubled trees,
-    While seasons came, like birds, and went again,—
-    Though Greece and her green islands were no more,
-    And all her marbled glory should go down
-    Like flowers that die and fall, and one by one
-    Like lamps her lofty cities should go out.
-
-PHAON
-    Your voice, like dew, falls deep in my dry heart,
-    And like a bell your name swings through my dreams;
-    Now all my being throbs and cries for you;
-    Come back with me; but come, and I will speak
-    A thousand gentle words for each poor tear
-    That dimmed your eyes! Come back, and I will crown
-    Your days with love so enduring it shall light
-    The eternal stars to bed!
-
-SAPPHO
-                          Ask me no more,—
-    My Phaon, you must ask me nevermore:
-    Though Music pipe from Memory’s darkest pine
-    Her tenderest note, all time her wings are torn;
-    The assuaging founts of tears themselves have failed.
-    Life to the lees I drained, and I have grown
-    Too lightly wayward with its wine of love,
-    Too sadly troubled with its wind of change,
-    And some keen madness burns through all my blood.
-    The whimpering velvet whelps of Passion once
-    I warmed in my white breast, and now full-grown
-    And gaunt they stalk me naked through the world;
-    Too fondly now I bend unto the fierce
-    Necessity of bliss, yet in each glow
-    Of golden angour yearn forever toward
-    Some quiet gloom where plead the nightingales
-    Of lustral hope. I am a garden old
-    Where drift dead blossoms now and broken dreams
-    And only ghosts of old pale Sorrows walk.
-
-    Earth, April after April, beauteous is,
-    But from this body worn, yet once so fair,
-    My tired eyes gaze, as from a ruined tower
-    Some nesting bird looks out upon the sun.
-    These vagrant feet too many homes have known
-    To claim one door; all my waste heart is now
-    An impregnant thing of weeds and wilful moods,
-    Where even Love’s most lowly groundling ne’er
-    Could creep with wearied plumes, and be at rest:
-    Not now like our sad plains of Sicily,
-    Pensive with happier harvests year by year
-    This bosom is,—but hot as Aetna’s, torn
-    And seared with all the fires of vast despairs,—
-    A menace and a mockery where still brood
-    On its dark heights the eagles of Unrest.
-
-    Yet had you only loved me, who can tell
-    How humble I had been, how I had tried
-    From this poor broken twilight to re-build
-    The Dawn, and from Love’s ashes to re-dream
-    The flower.
-
-PHAON
-              I loved you then, and love you now.
-    The torn plumes of the wayward wings I take,
-    The ruined rose, and all the empty cruse;
-    Here I accept the bitter with the sweet,
-    The autumnal sorrow with the autumnal gold;
-    Tears shall go unregretted, and much pain
-    Gladly I take, if grief, in truth, and you
-    Go hand in hand.
-
-SAPPHO
-                 Ask me no more! For good
-    Were life, indeed, if every lonely bough
-    Could lure again the migrant nightingale!
-    —If all that luting music of first love
-    Could be recalled down years grown desolate!
-    Lightly they sing who love and are beloved;
-    And men shall lightly listen; but the heart
-    Forlorn of hope, that hides its wound in song,
-    Remembered is through many years and lands.
-    And I have wept and sung, and I have known
-    So many hours of sorrow—all for you!
-
-PHAON
-    What Love remembers little things?—what wave
-    Withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds?
-
-SAPPHO
-    The wave remembers not, till reed by reed
-    The lyric shores of youth lie ruinous;
-    It was not much I asked in those old days;—
-    As waters come whence reeds may never see,
-    So men have wider missions than we know.
-    ’Tis not thro’ all their moods they hunger for
-    Our poor pale faces; as a flame at sea
-    They seek us in the gloom, and then forget.
-    ’Tis when by dusk the battle-sweat has dried;
-    ’Tis when the port is won, and wind and storm
-    Are past; ’tis when the heart for solace aches;
-    ’Tis when the road is lost in darkling woods,
-    Or under alien stars the fire is lit
-    And when strange dreams make deep the idle hour;
-    Then would I have my name sing throbbingly
-    Thro’ some beloved heart, soft as a bird,—
-    And swing with it—swing sweet as silver bells!
-    Not all your hours I hoped to see you turn
-    To my poor face; but when the wayside flower
-    Shone through the dust and won the softer mood,
-    And when the soul aspired for better things,
-    Disturbed by voices calling past the Dawn,
-    I hoped your troubled eyes would seek my eyes.
-    And in those days that I have cried for you
-    And went uncomforted, had you returned,
-    I could have washed your guilty feet with tears,
-    And unto you still grown, and gone thro’ sun
-    And gloom beside you, holding in my arms
-    Hope’s hostage children, while I gladly felt
-    The keen captivity of love re-wake
-    At each light touch, and in the sweet dread bliss
-    Of motherhood and most mysterious birth
-    Forgot old wrongs, and starred the hills of grief
-    With primrose faith and opiate asphodel.
-
-PHAON
-    Why brood on things turned ashes long ago
-    When softly dawn by golden dawn, and eve
-    By opal eve, Earth whispers: Life is good?
-
-SAPPHO
-    Once I had listened to you e’er I go;—
-    For like a god you seemed in those glad days
-    Of droning wings and languorous afternoons,
-    When close beside the murmuring sea we walked.
-    Then did the odorous summer ocean seem
-    A meadow green where foam one moment flowered
-    And then was gone, and ever came again,
-    A thousand blossom-burdened Springs in one!
-    —How like a god you seemed to me; and I
-    Was then most happy, and at little things
-    We lightly laughed, and oftentimes we plunged
-    Waist-deep and careless in the cool green waves,
-    As Tethys once and Oceanus played
-    Upon the golden ramparts of the world:
-    Then would we rest, and muse upon the sands,
-    Heavy with dreams and touched with some sad peace
-    Born of our very weariness of joy,
-    While drooped the wind and all the sea grew still
-    And unremembered trailed the idle oar
-    And no leaf moved and hushed were all the birds
-    And on the dunes the thin green ripples lisped
-    Themselves to sleep and sails swung dreamily,
-    Where azure islands floated on the air.
-    Then did your body seem a temple white
-    And I a worshipper who found therein
-    No god beyond the gracious marble, yet
-    Most meekly kneeled, and learned that I must love.
-    The bloom of youth was on your sunburnt cheek,
-    The streams of life sang thro’ your violet veins,
-    The midnight velvet of your tangled hair
-    Lured, as a twilight rill, my passionate hands;
-    The muscles ran and rippled on your back
-    Like wind on evening waters, and your arm
-    Seemed one to cherish, or as sweetly crush.
-    The odour of your body sinuous
-    And saturate with sun and sea-air was
-    As Lesbian wine to me, and all your voice
-    A pain that took me back to times unknown;
-    And all the ephemeral glory of the flesh,—
-    The mystic sad bewilderment of warmth
-    And life amid the coldness of the world
-    Did seem to me so feeble on the Deep,
-    Poised like a sea-bird on some tumbling crest
-    As you called faintly back across the waves,
-    That one must love it as a little flower—
-    So strange, that one must guard it as a child.
-    Some spirit of the Sea crept in our veins
-    And through long immemorial afternoons
-    We mused and dreamed, and wave by pensive wave
-    Strange moods stole over us, and lo, we loved!
-
-    Oh, had you gone while still that glory fell
-    Like sunlight round you—had you sweetly died,
-    I should have loved you now as women love
-    The wonder and the silence of the West
-    When with sad eyes they breathe a last farewell
-    To where the black ships go so proudly out,—
-    Watching with twilit faces by the Sea,
-    Till down some golden rift the fading sails
-    Darken and glow and pale amid the dusk,
-    And gleam again, and pass into the gloom.
-
-PHAON
-    Nay, Violet-Crowned, once in our time we loved,
-    The hand of that love’s ghost shall lead you back.
-    Life, without you—life is an empty nest!
-    A grove with god and altar lost! A lute
-    Whereon no lonely fingers ever stray.
-    When in the moonlight Philomela mourned
-    Sad-throated for poor murdered Itylus,
-    And when the day-birds woke the dewy lawn
-    And white the sunlight fell across my bed
-    And all the dim world turned to gold again,—
-    Oft then, it seemed, the truant would come home,
-    Back as a bird to its forgotten nest,
-    And O the lute should find its song, and life
-    Be glad again!
-
-SAPPHO
-              Your words but live and die
-    Like desert blooms, flow’rs blown and gone again
-    Where no foot ever fell.
-                            I shall go Home,—
-    Home, Home afar, where unknown seas forlorn
-    On gloomy towers and darkling bastions foam,
-    And lonely eyes look out for one dim sail
-    That never comes, and men have said there is
-    No sun.—And though I go forth soon no fear
-    Shall cling to me, since I a thousand times
-    Ere this have died, or seemed in truth to die.
-    For sun by sun the grave insatiable
-    Has taken to its gloom some fleeting grace,
-    And day by day some glory old engulfed,
-    And left me as a house untenanted.
-    The unfathomed Ocean of wide Death, at most,
-    And that familiar stream called sleep are one!
-
-PHAON
-    Enough of this! I need you; nay, turn back
-    With me, and let one riotous flame of bliss
-    Forever burn away these withered griefs
-    As fire eats clean autumnal mountain-sides;
-    For all this sweet sad-eyed dissuasiveness
-    Endears like dew the flow’r of final love!
-
-SAPPHO
-    Yes, I have died ere this a thousand times;
-    For on the dusky borderlands of dream
-    Thro’ the dim twilight of dear summer dawns
-    So darkly gold, before the hurrying hooves
-    Of Apollonian pearl throbbed down the wind,
-    Hearing the Lesbian birds amid green boughs
-    Where tree and hill and town were touched with fire,
-    —Hearing, yet hearing not, thro’ all the thin
-    Near multitudinous lament of Dawn’s
-    Low-rustling leaves, stirred by some opal wing,—
-    Oft have I felt my pilgrim soul come home,
-    For all its caging flesh a wanderer
-    That in the night goes out by those stern gates
-    Where five grim warders guard the body well.
-    It was not I, but one long dead that woke,
-    When, half in dreams, I felt this errant soul
-    Once more to its tellurian cage return:
-    An angel exile, looking for its lost,—
-    A draggled glory, brooding for its own!
-    Then faint and strange on my half-hearing ears
-    There fell the flute and pipe of early birds;
-    And strange the odour of the opening flowers;
-    And strange the great world lay; and stranger still
-    The quiet rain along the glimmering grass:
-    And Earth, sad with so many memories
-    Of bliss, and beautiful with vague regrets,
-    Took on a poignant glory, strange as death;
-    And light and water, grass, and dark-leaved trees
-    Were good to look on, and most dear was life!
-
-PHAON
-    What is this dim-eyed madness and dark talk
-    Of Death?
-
-SAPPHO
-           Hush! I have seen Death pass a hand
-    Along old wounds, and they have ached no more;
-    And with one little word lull pain away,
-    And heal long-wasting tears.
-
-PHAON
-                             But these soft lips
-    Were made not for the touch of mold.
-
-SAPPHO
-                                     Time was
-    I thought Death stern, and scattered at his door
-    My dearest roses, that his feet might come
-    And softly go.
-
-PHAON
-                  This body white was made
-    Not for the grave,—this flashing wonder of
-    The hand for hungry worms!
-
-SAPPHO
-                             Oh, quiet as
-    Soft rain on water shall it seem, and sad
-    Only as life’s most dulcet music is,
-    And dark as but a bride’s first dreaded night
-    Is dark; mild, mild as mirrored stars!
-                                      But you,—
-    You will forget me, Phaon; there, the sting,
-    The sorrow of the grave is not its green
-    And the salt tear upon its violet;
-    But the long years that bring the gray neglect,
-    When the glad grasses smooth the little mound,—
-    When leaf by leaf the tree of sorrow wanes
-    And on the urn unseen the tarnish comes,
-    And tears are not so bitter as they were.
-    Time sings so low to our bereavèd ears,—
-    So softly breathes, that, bud by falling bud,
-    The garden of fond Grief all empty lies
-    And unregretted dip the languid oars
-    Of Charon thro’ the gloom, and then are gone.
-
-PHAON
-    Red-lipped and breathing woman, made for love,
-    How can this clamouring heart of mine forget?
-
-SAPPHO
-    You will forget, e’en though you would or no,
-    And the long years shall leave you free again;
-    And in some other Spring when other lips
-    Let fall my name, you will remember not.
-
-PHAON
-    Enough,—but let me kiss the heavy rose
-    Of your red mouth.
-
-SAPPHO
-                   Not until Death has kissed
-    It white as these white garments, and has robed
-    This body for its groom.
-
-PHAON
-                         O woman honey-pale
-    And passion-worn, here to my hungering lips
-    These arms shall hold you close!
-
-SAPPHO
-                                 You come too late;
-    Forth to a sterner lover must I fare!
-
-PHAON
-    Mine flamed your first love, and shall glow your last!
-
-SAPPHO
-    Then meet this One, and know!
-
-PHAON
-                              The hounds of Hell
-    And Aidoneus himself—
-
-SAPPHO
-                       Hush!
-
-PHAON
-                            You I seek!
-    The sorrow of your voice enraptures me,
-    And though you would elude me, still this arm
-    Is strong, and this great heart as daring as
-    That dusky night in Lesbos long ago!
-
-SAPPHO
-    Stop, son of passion,—hear!
-
-PHAON
-                               Not till these arms,
-    O Oriole-throated woman, hold and fold
-    About your beauty as in Lesbos once!
-
-SAPPHO
-    By all the hours you darkened, by the love
-    You crushed and left forsaken, hear me now!
-
-PHAON
-    Thus women change! thus in their time forget!
-
-SAPPHO
-    There lies the sorrow—if we could forget!
-    For one brief hour you gave me all the love
-    That women ask, and then with cruel hands
-    Set free the singing voices from the cage,
-    And shook the glory from the waiting rose;
-    And in life’s empty garden still I clung
-    To this, and called it love, and seemed content!
-    Love! Love! ’Tis we who lose it know it best!
-    Love! Love! It gleams all gold and marble white
-    High on the headlands of our troubled lives
-    Pure as this golden temple of the Sun
-    To twilit eyes; by day a luring star
-    That leads our sea-worn hearts from strait to strait,
-    By night a fire and solace thro’ the cold;
-    Yet standing as this temple stands, a door
-    To worlds mysterious, to alien things,
-    And all the glory of the waiting gods!
-    Love! Love! It is the blue of bluest skies;
-    The farthest green of waters touched with sun!
-    It is the calm of Evening’s earliest star
-    And yet the tumult of most troubled tides!
-    It is the frail original of things,
-    A timorous flame that once half-feared the light,
-    Yet, loosened, sweeps the world, consuming Time
-    And tinsel empires grim with blood and war!
-    It is a hostage lent of Death, that Life
-    Once more in times afar may find its lost!
-    It is the ache and utter loneliness
-    Of wintry lands made wonderful with Spring!
-    Music it is, and song, regret and tears;
-    The rose upon the tomb of fleeting youth;
-    The one red wine of life, that on the lip
-    Of Thirst turns not to ashes!
-                                Change and time
-    And sorrow kneel to it, for at its touch
-    The world is paved with gold, and wing by wing
-    Drear autumn fields and valleys dark with rain
-    Re-waken with the birds of Memory!
-
-PHAON
-    All time your words were tuned to madden men;
-    And I am drunk with these sweet pleadings, soft
-    As voices over many waters blown.
-
-SAPPHO
-    Hear me, for by those gods you fear the most
-    There is a fire within me burns away
-    All pity, and some Hate, half-caged, may eat
-    Thro’ all its bars!
-
-PHAON
-                      Not till your mouth’s
-    Sad warmth droops unto mine!
-
-SAPPHO
-                               Yours once I was,
-    And once, indeed, I watched you tread me down
-    And trample on my whitest flower of youth;
-    And long amid my poor dead roses lay,
-    Stifling with sorrow, and still held my peace,
-    Hoping thro’ all that pain for better things.
-    Down to this day I raised no voice in wrath
-    But bowed my head beneath your heel, and smiled
-    With quiet mouth and most unhappy eyes,
-    And saw my woman’s soul go thin and starved.
-    But now I warn you that the tide has turned;
-    Touch nevermore these hands, for my torn heart
-    Is desperate, and given not to words.
-    Quite humble have I been, and duly spake
-    My lips as you once tutored them to speak.
-    But now this empty husk from which you drained
-    Life’s darkest wine shall die in its own way,
-    And whither now it will this thing you hurt
-    Shall steal away, for all its broken wings.
-    And now, as waters sigh and whisper through
-    Some hollow-throated urn, so peace this day
-    Shall steal thro’ all my veins, as I have said.
-    So back! Stand back,—or if it must be, then
-    Locked desperately arm in arm with me
-    You shall go down, down to this crawling Deep!
-
-(_She approaches him with open arms, but he draws back from her in
-fear._)
-
-PHAON
-    Madness throbs thro’ her, and I fear this mood.
-
-SAPPHO
-    The waves are softer with their dead, and winds
-    More kindly are with leaves in winter than
-    Men’s cruel love, that kills and buries not!
-    Naked and torn we lie beneath their feet,
-    Who, had they known, in sorrow would have crept
-    Thro’ griefs entombing night with what once held
-    Such joys and tears for them!
-
-(_As she turns to the sea a voice in the distance is heard singing
-through the twilight_:)
-
-    O that sound, not wind or sea,
-      From no bird nor dreamland blown,
-    Bearing you away from me,
-      Crying: “One must go alone!”
-      O that Voice, so like my own
-    Calling through the gloom for thee!—
-      For the love that life has known,
-    For the parting yet to be!
-
-SAPPHO
-                             Now I shall go
-    Quite gladly, with this more than anguish at
-    My over-aching heart, that cries for rest:
-    Yes, shade-like even now I seem,—this face
-    Sea-worn as Leucothea’s lonely face,
-    So wistful white at eve amid the waves
-    Where with sad eyes, men say, she gazes on
-    Earth’s failing hills and fields!
-
-(_She turns once more to the sea._)
-
-                                 ’Tis good to sleep,
-    And alone, sad mother Ocean, let me lie;
-    Alone, gray mother, take me in your arms
-    Whose earthly sorrow once was deep as yours,
-    Whose passion was as vain, whose heart could sound
-    Thro’ all the sweetest meadows of this world
-    Only for evermore the morning lutes
-    Of loneliness and most unhappy love.
-    For once, in times I know not of, you too
-    Have loved and sorrowed, as your heart would say,
-    Mourning at dusk among your golden Isles.
-    I cannot call on mine old gods, for they
-    Have lived so far from Earth, they scarce would know
-    The odour of my incense, nor how white
-    My piteous altars stand; for as the Moon
-    Smiles sadly disempassioned over men
-    And their tumultuous cities crowned with song,
-    Where live by night so many heavy hearts,
-    So smile the gods on my pale-lipped despairs.
-    On to the end these feet must walk alone,—
-    Alone, once more, and unillumined, fare;
-    For I am far from home to die, and far
-    From any voice to comfort me beyond
-    The cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom!
-    Not evermore, O blue Ionian Sea,
-    And vine-clad valleys, shall these eyes behold
-    My Lesbos, still my first and last of loves!
-    But take me, mother Ocean, while I feel
-    Burn thro’ my blood this magic ecstasy!
-    Take me, O take me in your cooling arms,
-    And let the ablution of soft waters lave
-    Old sorrows from these eyes, and wash the pain
-    From this poor heart, that sinned, but suffered more!
-
-(_With arms upraised she walks through the gathering dusk to the edge of
-the cliff, and leaps into the sea beneath her._)
-
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-<p class='line'>To where the Dream and Dreamer meet:</p>
-<p class='line'>Yet should my faltering lips be dumb,</p>
-<p class='line'>I lay these gleanings at your feet!</p>
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-<div><h1 id='h_2'>HEPHAESTUS</h1></div>
-
-<div class='blockquote'>
-
-<p class='hang'>(<span class='sc'>Hephaestus</span>, <span class='it'>finding that his wife</span> <span class='sc'>Aphrodite</span> <span class='it'>is loved by
-his brother</span> <span class='sc'>Ares</span>, <span class='it'>voluntarily surrenders the goddess to
-this younger brother, whom, it is said</span>, <span class='sc'>Aphrodite</span> <span class='it'>herself
-preferred</span>.)</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Take her, O Ares! As Demeter mourned</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Through many-fountained Enna, I shall grieve</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Forlorn a time, and then, it may be, learn,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Some still autumnal twilight by the sea</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Golden with sunlight, to remember not!</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As the dark pine forgoes the pilgrim thrush</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I, sad of heart, yet unimpassioned, yield</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To you this surging bosom soft with dreams,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>This body fashioned of Aegean foam</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And languorous moonlight. But I give you not</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The eluding soul that in her broods and sleeps,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And ne’er was mine of old, nor can be yours.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>It was not born of sea and moon with her,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And though it nests within her, no weak hand</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of hers shall cage it as it comes and goes,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Sorrows and wakens, sleeps, and sings again.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And so I give you but the hollow lute,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The lute alone, and not the voices low</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>That sang of old to some forgotten touch.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The lamp I give, but not the glimmering flame</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Some alien fire must light, some alien dusk</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Enisle, ere it illume your land and sea.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The shell I give you, Ares, not the song</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of murmuring winds and waves once haunting it;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The cage, but not love’s wings that come and go.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I give you them, light brother, as the earth</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Gives up the dew, the mountain-side the mist!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>&ensp;&ensp;Farewell sad face, that gleamed so like a flower</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Through Paphian groves to me of old—farewell!</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Some Fate beyond our dark-robed Three ordained</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>This love should wear the mortal rose and not</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Our timeless amaranth. ’Twas writ of old, and lay</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Not once with us. As we ourselves have known,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And well your sad Dodonian mother found,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>From deep to deep the sails of destined love</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Are blown and tossed by tides no god controls;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And at the bud of our too golden life</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Eats this small canker of mortality!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>&ensp;&ensp;I loved her once, O Ares—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I loved her once as waters love the wind;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I sought her once as rivers seek the sea;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And her deep eyes, so dream-besieged, made dawn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And midnight one. Flesh of my flesh she was,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And we together knew dark days and glad.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Then fell the change;—some hand unknown to us</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shook one white petal from the perfect flower,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And all the world grew old. Ah, who shall say</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>When Summer dies, or when is blown the rose?</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Who, who shall know just when the quiet star</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Out of the golden West is born again?</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Or when the gloaming saddens into night?</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>’Twas writ, in truth, of old; the tide of love</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Has met its turn, the long horizon lures</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The homing bird, the harbour calls the sail.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Home, home to your glad heart she goes, while I</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Fare on alone, and only broken dreams</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Abide with me! And yet, when you shall tread</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Lightly your sunlit hills with her and breathe</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Life’s keener air, all but too exquisite,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Or look through purpling twilight on the world,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Think not my heart has followed nevermore</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Those glimmering feet that walked once thus with me,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Nor dream my passion by your passion paled.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>But lower than the god the temple stands;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As deeper is the sea than any wave,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Sweeter the summer than its asphodel,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>So love far stronger than this woman is.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>She from the untiring ocean took her birth,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And from torn wave and foam her first faint breath;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Child of unrest and change, still through her sweeps</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Her natal sea’s tumultuous waywardness!</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And losing her, lo, one thin drifting cloud</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Curls idly from the altar in that grove</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Where burn the fires that know not change or death!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>&ensp;&ensp;Yet she shall move the strange desires of men;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For in her lie dim glories that she dreams</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Not of, and on her ever broods a light</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Her Cyprian eyes ne’er saw; and evermore</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Round her pale face shall pleading faces press;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Round her shall mortal passion beat and ebb.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Years hence, as waves on islands burst in foam,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Madly shall lives on her strange beauty break.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>When she is yours and in ambrosial glooms</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>You secretly would chain her kiss by kiss,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Though close you hold her in your hungering arms,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And with voluptuous pantings you and she</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Mingle, and seem the insentient moment one,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Yet will your groping soul but lean to her</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Across the dusk, as hill to lonely hill,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And in your warmest raptures you shall learn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>There is a citadel surrenders not</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To any captor of the outer walls;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>In sorrow you shall learn there is a light</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Illumines not, a chamber it were best</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To leave untrod.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O Ares, dread the word</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>That silences this timorous nightingale,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The touch that wakens strings too frail for hands;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For, giving her, I gain what you shall lose;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Forsaking her, I hold her closer still.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The sea shall take a deeper sound; the stars</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Stranger and more mysterious henceforth</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall seem, the darkening sky-line of the West</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For me, the solitary dreamer, now shall hold</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Voices and faces that I knew not of.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>More, henceforth, shall all music mean to me,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And she, through lonely musings, ever seem</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As beautiful as are the dead. But you—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>You in your hand shall guard the gathered rose,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall hold the riven veil, the loosened chord!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>So love your hour, bright god, ere it is lost,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A swan that sings its broken life away.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>In that brief hour, ’tis writ, you shall hear breathe</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Songs blown from some enchanted island home,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Then mourn for evermore life’s silent throats,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Aye, seek and find the altar when its fires</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Are ashes, and the worship vain regret!</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A mystic law more strong than all delight</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Or pain shall each delicious rapture chill,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Exacting sternly for each ecstasy;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And when her voice enwraps you and in arms</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Luxurious your softest languor comes,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Faintly torn wings shall flutter for the sun,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Madly old dreams shall struggle toward the light,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And, drugged with opiate passion, you shall know</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Dark days and shadowy moods when she may seem</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To some dusk underworld enchaining you.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Yet I shall know her as she was of old,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Fashioned of moonlight and Aegean foam;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Some visionary gleam, some glory strange</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall day by day engolden her lost face.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The slow attrition of the years shall wear</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>No tenderest charm away, and she shall live</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A lonely star, a gust of music sweet,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A voice upon the Deep, a mystery!</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>But in the night, I know, the lonely wind</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall sigh of her, the restless ocean moan</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Her name with immemorial murmurings,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And the sad golden summer moon shall mourn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>With me, and through the gloom of rustling leaves</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The shaken throats of nightingales shall bring</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Her low voice back, the incense of the fields</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Recall too well the odour of her hair.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>But lo, the heart doth bury all its dead,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As mother Earth her unremembered leaves;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>So the sad hour shall pass, and with the dawn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Serene I shall look down where hills and seas</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Throb through their dome of brooding hyaline</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And see from Athens gold to Indus gray</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>New worlds awaiting me, and gladly go,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Go down among the toilers of the earth</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And seek the rest, the deeper peace that comes</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of vast endeavour and the dust of strife.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>There my calm soul shall know itself, and watch</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The golden-sandalled Seasons come and go,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Still god-like in its tasks of little things;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And, woven not with grandeurs and red wars,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Wanting somewhat in gold and vermeil, shall</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The Fates work out my life’s thin tapestry,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As sorrow brings me wisdom, and the pang</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of solitude, O Ares, keeps me strong!</p>
-
-<hr class='pbk'/>
-
-<div><h1 id='h_3'>PERSEPHONE</h1></div>
-
-<div class='dramastart'><!----></div>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Goddess and Mother, let me smooth thy brow</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And cling about thee for a little time</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>With these pale hands,—for see, still at the glow</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of all this white-houred noon and alien sun</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I tremble like a new-born nightingale</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Blown from its nest into bewildering rain.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>How shall I tell thee, Mother, of those days</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>My aching eyes saw not this azure sea</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of air, unknown in Death’s gray Underworld</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And only whispered of by restless Shades</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Rememb’ring shadowy things across their dusk?—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Or how I often asked: “Canst thou, dark heart,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Remember home? So far and long forlorn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Canst thou, my heart, remember Sicily?”</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Then didst thou, weeping, call Persephone</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The Many-Songed, and where thy lonely voice</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Once fell all greenness faded and the song</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of birds all died, and down from brazen heights</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A blood-red sun long noon by sullen noon</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>On ashen days and desolation shone;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And cattle lowed about the withered springs,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And Earth gaped wide, each arid Evening moaned</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Amid the dusk for rain, or dew at most.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>But thou in anger didst withhold the green,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And grim of breast forbade the bursting sap,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And dared the darkest sky-line of lone Deeps</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For thy lost daughter, and could find her not.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Then came the Arethusan whisper, and release;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The refreshing rains washed down and gushed</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And sluiced the juicy grasses once again,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And bird by bird, the Summer was re-born,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And drooping in thine arms I wakened here.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Yet all those twilight days I was content</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Though silent as a frozen river crept</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The hours entombed, though far I was from thee</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And from the Nysian fields of open sun,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The sound of waters, and the throats of song.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>But when with happier lips I tell thee all</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Thou must, worn Mother, leave me here alone</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Where soft as early snow the white hours fall</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>About my musing eyes, and life seems strange,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And strange the muffled piping of the birds,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And strange the drowsy music of the streams,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The whispering pavilions of the pines;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And more than strange the immersing wash of air</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>That breathes and sways and breaks through all my being</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And lulls away, like seas intangible,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Regrets, and tears, and days of heavy gloom.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>O Mother, all these things are told not of</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Where I have been, and on these eyes estranged</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Earth’s vernal sweetness falls so mystical</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Its beauty turns a thing of bitter tears;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And even in my gladness I must grieve</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For this dark change, where Death has died to me,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>For my lost Gloom, where life was life to me!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Long years from now shall ages yet unborn</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Watch the returning Spring and strangely yearn;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Others shall thrill with joy like unto mine;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Vague things shall move them and strange voices steal</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Through sad, bud-scented April eves to them.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Round them shall fall a glory not of earth,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As now o’er these Sicilian meadows fall</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Dim memories that come I know not whence.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>In lands I know not of some sorrowing girl</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall faintly breathe: “I am Persephone</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>On such a day!” and through the world shall run</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The immemorial rapture and the pangs,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And pale-eyed ghosts shall creep out to the light</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And drink the sun, like wine, and live once more.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The dower of my delight shall make them glad;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The tears of my regret shall weigh them down,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And men with wondering eyes shall watch the Spring</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Return, and weep, indeed, these selfsame tears,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And laugh with my good laughter, knowing not</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Whence came their passing bliss so torn with pain.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>For good is Enna, and the wide, glad Earth,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And good the comfortable green of grass</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And Nysian meadows still so milky pale;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Good seems the dark steer in the noonday sun,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The ploughman’s keel that turns black waves of loam,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The laughing girls, the fluting shepherd boys,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And beautiful the song of many birds;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Good seem these golden bees whose busy wings</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>With wavering music drone and die away,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The orchard odours and the seas of bloom;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And good the valleys where the green leaves breathe,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The hills where all the patient pines look down;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Good seem the lowland poplars bathed in light,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>That pillar from the plain this tent of blue,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The quiet homes amid the cooling fields,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The flashing rivers and the woods remote,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The little high white town among the hills!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>All, all are good to look on, and most dear</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To my remembering eyes. Each crocus, too,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And gold narcissus, gleams memorial,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Untouched of sorrow for that troubled day</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Impetuous hoof and wheel threshed through the wheat,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And ’mid these opiate blooms the Four-Horsed One</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Swept down on me, half lost in pensive dreams,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And like a poppy in some panting noon,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>All drooping, bore me to the gates of Hell,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>When on my fragile girlhood closed his arms</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As on some seed forlorn Earth’s darkest loam.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Yet think not, Mother, this fierce Son of Night</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Brought only sorrow with him, for behold,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>In learning to forbear I learned to love;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And battling pale on his impassioned breast</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I felt run through my veins some golden pang</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of dear defeat, some subjugation dim,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Presaging all this bosom once was made</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To be thus crushed, ere once it could be glad.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Thus are we fashioned, Mother, though we live</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Immortal or the sons of men; and so</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Each day on my disdain some tendril new</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Bound me the closer to him; loving not,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Some wayward bar of pity caged me down,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And day by languid day amid Death’s gloom,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I grew to lean upon him, and in time</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I watched his coming and his absence wept.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I walked companion to his pallid shades,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And pale as yon thin crescent noonday moon</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I dwelt with him, a ghost amid his ghosts.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>If this was love, I loved him more than life.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And now he means to me what flame and ruin</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And tumultuous conflagration of great towers</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And citadels must mean to martial eyes,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Bewildering the blood like dizzy wine</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And sweeping on to any maddened end:</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I came to glory in him,—felt small hands</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Clutch at my breast when he was standing near,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And knew his cruel might, yet thrilled to it</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And in his strength even took my weak delight.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Stern were his days, yet leaned he patient o’er</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>This wayward heart, till I in wonder saw</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>From those dark weeds of wanton lust creep forth</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Belated violets of calmer love,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And, link by link, found all my life enchained!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Only at times the music of the Sea</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Sang in my ears its old insistent note;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Only at times I heard the wash and rush</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of waves on open shores and windy cliffs;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Only at times I seemed to see great wings</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Scaling some crystal stairway to the Sun,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And languid eagles shouldering languid clouds.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Singing on summer mornings too I heard,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I caught the sound that sweet green waters make,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The music—O so delicate!—of leaves</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And rustling grasses, and the stir of wings</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>About dim gardens. Where shy nightingales</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shook their old sorrow over Ida’s gloom</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I into immortality was touched</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Once more by song and moonlight, far away.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I mused beside dim fires with Memory</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And through my tears rebuilt some better life</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Untouched of time and change, and dreaming thus</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Forgot my woe, and, first of all the gods,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I, wistful-eyed, with Aspiration walked!</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>For, Mother, see, this dubious death in life</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Makes beautiful my immortality:</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Once all my world was only phantom stream</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And shadowy flower, and song that was not song,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And wrapt in white eternities I walked</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>A daughter of the gods, who knew not Death:</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I was a thing of coldness and disdain,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Half-losing all that was so dear in life:</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Enthroned in astral taciturnity,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I, looking tranquil-eyed on beauties old,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>E’er faced some dull Forever, strange to Hope</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And strange to Sorrow, strange to Tears,—Regrets;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Joy was not joy, and living was not life.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>So unreluctantly the long years went,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Though I had all that we, the gods, have asked,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Drunk with life’s wine, I could not sing the grape,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And knew not once, till Hades touched my hand</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And made me wise, how good the world could be.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>Now, now I know the solace and the thrill</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Of passing Autumns and awakening Springs;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>I know and love the Darkness, many-voiced,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Since Night it was that taught me to be strong;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The meaning of all music now I know,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The song autumnal sky and twilit seas</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Would sing so well, if once they found the words,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The sorrow of dear shores grown low and dim</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To darkling eyes, that may not look again,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The beauty of the rose made rich by death,—</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The throbbing lark that hymns amid the yew,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And mortal love grown glorious by the grave.</p>
-
-<p class='dramaline-cont'>For worlds and faces now I see beyond</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The sad-aisled avenues of evening stars;</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The Future, like an opal dawn, unfurls</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To me, and all the dreaming Long Ago</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Lies wide and luring as the open Deep.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And so, still half in gloom and half in sun</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall men and women dwell as I have dwelt.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Half happy and half sad their days shall fall,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>And grief shall only learn beside the grave</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>How beauteous life can be, how deep is love.</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>As snow makes soft Earth’s vernal green, so tears</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Shall make its laughter sweet, and lovers strange</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>To thee and me, gray Mother, many years</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>From now shall feel this thing and dimly know</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>The bitter-sweetness of this hour to me,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Whom Life has given unto Death and Death</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Back unto Life—both ghost and goddess, lo,</p>
-<p class='dramaline'>Who faced these mortal tears to fathom love!</p>
-
-<hr class='pbk'/>
-
-<div><h1 id='h_4'>SAPPHO IN LEUCADIA</h1></div>
-
-<div class='blockquote'>
-
-<p class='hang'><span class='sc'>Scene.</span>—<span class='it'>The white-rocked promontory of Leucate, on the
-Island of Leucadia, overlooking the Ionian Sea. High on
-the cliff, in the background, towers the Leucadian Temple
-to Apollo, white and gold in the waning sunlight.</span> <span class='sc'>Sappho</span>,
-<span class='it'>of Lesbos, stands on the brink of the cliff, and at her feet
-kneels</span> <span class='sc'>Phaon</span>, <span class='it'>of Mitylene. As they gaze seaward a group
-of young shepherds pass from the Temple, and a voice in
-the distance is heard singing.</span></p>
-
-</div>
-
-<div class='lgl' style=''> <!-- rend=';' -->
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where rests your sail that faced so many winds?—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;(O Aphrodite, help me in this hour!)</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;There white against the blue of yonder bay.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It seems a little thing to creep so far</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From home and Asian shores—a little thing!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Bird-throated child of Lesbos—</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span> (<span class='it'>musingly</span>)</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yet I too</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Am frail, and I have fared on troubled seas!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Bird-throated child of Lesbos, let us turn</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To those dark hills of home and Long Ago</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That one great love relumes, and one lost voice</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Still like a fading lute with sorrow haunts.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Dear hills of sun and gloom and green—soft hills</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Ambrosial I shall see no more!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Nay, come,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O Violet-Crowned, come back where still the girls</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Laugh ruddy-ankled round the Lesbian vats</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And swart throats from the laden galleys sing</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;At eve of love and women as of old—</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How far away those twilight voices are!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And down the solemn Dorian scale the pipes</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Wander and plead, then note by note awake</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Shrill with Aeolian gladness once again.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Come back where opiate lyres shall drowse away</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;This wordless hunger that has paled your face,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where island hills reach out their arms for you;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Come back, and be at rest!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span> (<span class='it'>turning to him</span>)</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O island home</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where we were happy once!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And shall again</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Be happy as of old, remembering not</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The little shower that gathered at the break</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of dawns so blue and golden. For to you,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Sad-hearted Alien, have I come afar</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;By many lands and seas to lure you back,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Back where the olive groves and laughing hills</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Still glow so purple from Aeolia’s coast</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the harbour-lights have watched so long,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like weary eyes, for you to come again.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yes, well I know them where their paths of gold</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Once lay like wavering music on the sea.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And slowly there, like wine with honey made</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Too sweet, our languid days shall flow.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O home</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where we so long ago were happy once!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Twas but a little time I went from you,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And I have sorrowed for it, and am wise;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And with my wisdom, lo, the tremulous wings</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of twilight love have now flown home again.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-</div> <!-- end rend -->
-
-<div class='lgl' style=''> <!-- rend=';' -->
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is too late, my Phaon.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Your light hand</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Has crushed the silver goblet of my heart,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the wine is spilt; the page is read,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And from the tale the olden glory gone;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The lamp has failed amid the glimmering dusk</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of midnight; and now even music sounds</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Mournful as evening bells on seas unknown.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O, Lesbos waits, and still you will not come—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Our home is calling, and you will not hear?</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Out of my time I am, and like a bird</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;On nor’land wings too early flown, I dream</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Amid the wintry cold of all the world</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of dawns and summer rains I ne’er shall see! .&nbsp;.&nbsp;.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Lightly you loved me, Phaon, long ago,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And there were other arms unknown to me</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That folded over you, though none more fond</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Than mine that fell so wing-like round your head.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And there were other eyes that drooped as mine</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Despairingly before your pleading mouth;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And many were the nights I wept, and learned</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How sorrowful is all divided love,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Since one voice must be lost, and being lost,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Is then remembered most.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But you alone</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It was, pale-throated woman, that I loved:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Through outland countries have I seen your eyes,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And like a tender flow’r through perilous ways</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Your face has gone before me, and your voice</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Across dim meadows and mysterious seas</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Has drawn me to you, calling from the dunes</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where Summer once hung low above our hands</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And we, as children, dreamed to dreaming waves,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the world seemed made for you and me.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is too late; for now the wine of life</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Is spilt, the shore-lark of first love has flown,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the Summer waned.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yet, long ago,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How lightly I had passed through any pain,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How gladly I had gone to any home,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A wanderer with you o’er many seas;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And slept beside your little fire content,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And fared still on again between green hills</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And echoing valleys where the eagled pines</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Were full of gloom, and many waters sang,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Still on to some low plain and highland coign</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Remembered not of men, where we had made</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Our home amid the music of the hills,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Letting life’s twilight sands glide thro’ the glass</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So golden-slow, so glad, no plaintive chime</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Could e’er be blown across autumnal eves</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From Life’s gray towers of many-tongued Regret:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then I had been most happy at your side,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Easing this aching heart with homely thoughts</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And turning these sad hands to simple things.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;In the low oven that should gleam by night</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Baking my wheaten loaves, and with my wheel</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Spinning the milky wool, and light of heart</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Dipping my brazen pitcher in the spring</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That bubbled by our door.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And then, perchance</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;(O anodyne for all dark-memoried days!),</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To feel the touch of little clinging hands</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And hold your child and mine close on this breast,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And croon it songs and tunes quite meaningless</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Unto the bosom where no milk has been,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And fonder than the poolside flutings low</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of dreaming frogs to their Arcadian Pan.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;There had I borne to you a sailor-folk,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A tawny-haired swart brood of boys, as brave</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As mine old Phaon was, cubbed by the sea</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And buffeted by wind and brume; and I,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;On winter nights when all the waves were black,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;In musing-wise had told them tales and dreams</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of Lesbian days, e’en though the words should sound</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To my remembering heart, so far from home,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As mournful as the wind to imprisoned men;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;—Old tales they should re-tell long ages hence</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Unto their children’s children by the fire</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When loud the dark South-West that brings the rain</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Moaned round their eaves. And in more happy days</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;By some pale silver summer moon, when dim</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The waters were—mysterious eves of dusk,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And music, stars, and silence, when the sea</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Sighs languorously as a god in sleep—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Singing into my saddened heart should come</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;White thoughts, to bloom in words as roses break</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And blow and wither and are gone; and we,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Reckless of time, should waken not and find</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Our hearts grown old, but evermore live on</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As do the stars and Earth’s untroubled trees,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;While seasons came, like birds, and went again,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Though Greece and her green islands were no more,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all her marbled glory should go down</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like flowers that die and fall, and one by one</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like lamps her lofty cities should go out.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Your voice, like dew, falls deep in my dry heart,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And like a bell your name swings through my dreams;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Now all my being throbs and cries for you;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Come back with me; but come, and I will speak</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A thousand gentle words for each poor tear</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That dimmed your eyes! Come back, and I will crown</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Your days with love so enduring it shall light</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The eternal stars to bed!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Ask me no more,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My Phaon, you must ask me nevermore:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Though Music pipe from Memory’s darkest pine</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Her tenderest note, all time her wings are torn;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The assuaging founts of tears themselves have failed.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Life to the lees I drained, and I have grown</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Too lightly wayward with its wine of love,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Too sadly troubled with its wind of change,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And some keen madness burns through all my blood.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The whimpering velvet whelps of Passion once</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I warmed in my white breast, and now full-grown</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And gaunt they stalk me naked through the world;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Too fondly now I bend unto the fierce</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Necessity of bliss, yet in each glow</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of golden angour yearn forever toward</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Some quiet gloom where plead the nightingales</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of lustral hope. I am a garden old</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where drift dead blossoms now and broken dreams</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And only ghosts of old pale Sorrows walk.</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Earth, April after April, beauteous is,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But from this body worn, yet once so fair,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My tired eyes gaze, as from a ruined tower</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Some nesting bird looks out upon the sun.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;These vagrant feet too many homes have known</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To claim one door; all my waste heart is now</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;An impregnant thing of weeds and wilful moods,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where even Love’s most lowly groundling ne’er</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Could creep with wearied plumes, and be at rest:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Not now like our sad plains of Sicily,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Pensive with happier harvests year by year</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;This bosom is,—but hot as Aetna’s, torn</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And seared with all the fires of vast despairs,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A menace and a mockery where still brood</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;On its dark heights the eagles of Unrest.</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yet had you only loved me, who can tell</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How humble I had been, how I had tried</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From this poor broken twilight to re-build</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The Dawn, and from Love’s ashes to re-dream</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The flower.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I loved you then, and love you now.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The torn plumes of the wayward wings I take,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The ruined rose, and all the empty cruse;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Here I accept the bitter with the sweet,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The autumnal sorrow with the autumnal gold;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Tears shall go unregretted, and much pain</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Gladly I take, if grief, in truth, and you</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Go hand in hand.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Ask me no more! For good</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Were life, indeed, if every lonely bough</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Could lure again the migrant nightingale!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;—If all that luting music of first love</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Could be recalled down years grown desolate!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Lightly they sing who love and are beloved;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And men shall lightly listen; but the heart</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Forlorn of hope, that hides its wound in song,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Remembered is through many years and lands.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And I have wept and sung, and I have known</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So many hours of sorrow—all for you!</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;What Love remembers little things?—what wave</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds?</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The wave remembers not, till reed by reed</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The lyric shores of youth lie ruinous;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It was not much I asked in those old days;—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As waters come whence reeds may never see,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So men have wider missions than we know.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Tis not thro’ all their moods they hunger for</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Our poor pale faces; as a flame at sea</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;They seek us in the gloom, and then forget.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Tis when by dusk the battle-sweat has dried;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Tis when the port is won, and wind and storm</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Are past; ’tis when the heart for solace aches;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Tis when the road is lost in darkling woods,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Or under alien stars the fire is lit</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And when strange dreams make deep the idle hour;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then would I have my name sing throbbingly</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thro’ some beloved heart, soft as a bird,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And swing with it—swing sweet as silver bells!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Not all your hours I hoped to see you turn</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To my poor face; but when the wayside flower</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Shone through the dust and won the softer mood,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And when the soul aspired for better things,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Disturbed by voices calling past the Dawn,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I hoped your troubled eyes would seek my eyes.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And in those days that I have cried for you</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And went uncomforted, had you returned,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I could have washed your guilty feet with tears,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And unto you still grown, and gone thro’ sun</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And gloom beside you, holding in my arms</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Hope’s hostage children, while I gladly felt</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The keen captivity of love re-wake</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;At each light touch, and in the sweet dread bliss</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of motherhood and most mysterious birth</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Forgot old wrongs, and starred the hills of grief</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;With primrose faith and opiate asphodel.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Why brood on things turned ashes long ago</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When softly dawn by golden dawn, and eve</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;By opal eve, Earth whispers: Life is good?</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Once I had listened to you e’er I go;—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For like a god you seemed in those glad days</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of droning wings and languorous afternoons,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When close beside the murmuring sea we walked.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then did the odorous summer ocean seem</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A meadow green where foam one moment flowered</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And then was gone, and ever came again,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A thousand blossom-burdened Springs in one!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;—How like a god you seemed to me; and I</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Was then most happy, and at little things</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;We lightly laughed, and oftentimes we plunged</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Waist-deep and careless in the cool green waves,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As Tethys once and Oceanus played</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Upon the golden ramparts of the world:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then would we rest, and muse upon the sands,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Heavy with dreams and touched with some sad peace</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Born of our very weariness of joy,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;While drooped the wind and all the sea grew still</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And unremembered trailed the idle oar</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And no leaf moved and hushed were all the birds</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And on the dunes the thin green ripples lisped</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Themselves to sleep and sails swung dreamily,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where azure islands floated on the air.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then did your body seem a temple white</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And I a worshipper who found therein</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;No god beyond the gracious marble, yet</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Most meekly kneeled, and learned that I must love.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The bloom of youth was on your sunburnt cheek,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The streams of life sang thro’ your violet veins,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The midnight velvet of your tangled hair</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Lured, as a twilight rill, my passionate hands;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The muscles ran and rippled on your back</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like wind on evening waters, and your arm</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Seemed one to cherish, or as sweetly crush.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The odour of your body sinuous</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And saturate with sun and sea-air was</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As Lesbian wine to me, and all your voice</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A pain that took me back to times unknown;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the ephemeral glory of the flesh,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The mystic sad bewilderment of warmth</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And life amid the coldness of the world</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Did seem to me so feeble on the Deep,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Poised like a sea-bird on some tumbling crest</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As you called faintly back across the waves,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That one must love it as a little flower—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So strange, that one must guard it as a child.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Some spirit of the Sea crept in our veins</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And through long immemorial afternoons</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;We mused and dreamed, and wave by pensive wave</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Strange moods stole over us, and lo, we loved!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Oh, had you gone while still that glory fell</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like sunlight round you—had you sweetly died,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I should have loved you now as women love</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The wonder and the silence of the West</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When with sad eyes they breathe a last farewell</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To where the black ships go so proudly out,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Watching with twilit faces by the Sea,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Till down some golden rift the fading sails</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Darken and glow and pale amid the dusk,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And gleam again, and pass into the gloom.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Nay, Violet-Crowned, once in our time we loved,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The hand of that love’s ghost shall lead you back.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Life, without you—life is an empty nest!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A grove with god and altar lost! A lute</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Whereon no lonely fingers ever stray.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When in the moonlight Philomela mourned</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Sad-throated for poor murdered Itylus,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And when the day-birds woke the dewy lawn</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And white the sunlight fell across my bed</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the dim world turned to gold again,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Oft then, it seemed, the truant would come home,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Back as a bird to its forgotten nest,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And O the lute should find its song, and life</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Be glad again!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Your words but live and die</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Like desert blooms, flow’rs blown and gone again</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where no foot ever fell.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I shall go Home,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Home, Home afar, where unknown seas forlorn</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;On gloomy towers and darkling bastions foam,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And lonely eyes look out for one dim sail</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That never comes, and men have said there is</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;No sun.—And though I go forth soon no fear</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Shall cling to me, since I a thousand times</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Ere this have died, or seemed in truth to die.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For sun by sun the grave insatiable</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Has taken to its gloom some fleeting grace,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And day by day some glory old engulfed,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And left me as a house untenanted.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The unfathomed Ocean of wide Death, at most,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And that familiar stream called sleep are one!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Enough of this! I need you; nay, turn back</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;With me, and let one riotous flame of bliss</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Forever burn away these withered griefs</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As fire eats clean autumnal mountain-sides;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For all this sweet sad-eyed dissuasiveness</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Endears like dew the flow’r of final love!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yes, I have died ere this a thousand times;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For on the dusky borderlands of dream</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thro’ the dim twilight of dear summer dawns</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So darkly gold, before the hurrying hooves</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of Apollonian pearl throbbed down the wind,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Hearing the Lesbian birds amid green boughs</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where tree and hill and town were touched with fire,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;—Hearing, yet hearing not, thro’ all the thin</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Near multitudinous lament of Dawn’s</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Low-rustling leaves, stirred by some opal wing,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Oft have I felt my pilgrim soul come home,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For all its caging flesh a wanderer</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That in the night goes out by those stern gates</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where five grim warders guard the body well.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It was not I, but one long dead that woke,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When, half in dreams, I felt this errant soul</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Once more to its tellurian cage return:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;An angel exile, looking for its lost,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A draggled glory, brooding for its own!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then faint and strange on my half-hearing ears</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;There fell the flute and pipe of early birds;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And strange the odour of the opening flowers;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And strange the great world lay; and stranger still</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The quiet rain along the glimmering grass:</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of bliss, and beautiful with vague regrets,</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;What is this dim-eyed madness and dark talk</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of Death?</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Hush! I have seen Death pass a hand</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Along old wounds, and they have ached no more;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And with one little word lull pain away,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And heal long-wasting tears.</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But these soft lips</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My dearest roses, that his feet might come</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And softly go.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;This body white was made</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The hand for hungry worms!</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Oh, quiet as</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Soft rain on water shall it seem, and sad</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Only as life’s most dulcet music is,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And dark as but a bride’s first dreaded night</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Is dark; mild, mild as mirrored stars!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But you,—</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The sorrow of the grave is not its green</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And the salt tear upon its violet;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But the long years that bring the gray neglect,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When the glad grasses smooth the little mound,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;When leaf by leaf the tree of sorrow wanes</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And on the urn unseen the tarnish comes,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And tears are not so bitter as they were.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Time sings so low to our bereavèd ears,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So softly breathes, that, bud by falling bud,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The garden of fond Grief all empty lies</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And unregretted dip the languid oars</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of Charon thro’ the gloom, and then are gone.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Red-lipped and breathing woman, made for love,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;How can this clamouring heart of mine forget?</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;You will forget, e’en though you would or no,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And the long years shall leave you free again;</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Let fall my name, you will remember not.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Enough,—but let me kiss the heavy rose</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of your red mouth.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;This body for its groom.</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And passion-worn, here to my hungering lips</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;These arms shall hold you close!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;You come too late;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Forth to a sterner lover must I fare!</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Mine flamed your first love, and shall glow your last!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Then meet this One, and know!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And Aidoneus himself—</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;You I seek!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The sorrow of your voice enraptures me,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And though you would elude me, still this arm</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Is strong, and this great heart as daring as</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That dusky night in Lesbos long ago!</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Stop, son of passion,—hear!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Not till these arms,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O Oriole-throated woman, hold and fold</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;About your beauty as in Lesbos once!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;By all the hours you darkened, by the love</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;You crushed and left forsaken, hear me now!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thus women change! thus in their time forget!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;There lies the sorrow—if we could forget!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For one brief hour you gave me all the love</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That women ask, and then with cruel hands</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Set free the singing voices from the cage,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And shook the glory from the waiting rose;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And in life’s empty garden still I clung</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To this, and called it love, and seemed content!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Love! Love! ’Tis we who lose it know it best!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Love! Love! It gleams all gold and marble white</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;High on the headlands of our troubled lives</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Pure as this golden temple of the Sun</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To twilit eyes; by day a luring star</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;That leads our sea-worn hearts from strait to strait,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;By night a fire and solace thro’ the cold;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yet standing as this temple stands, a door</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;To worlds mysterious, to alien things,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And all the glory of the waiting gods!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Love! Love! It is the blue of bluest skies;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The farthest green of waters touched with sun!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is the calm of Evening’s earliest star</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And yet the tumult of most troubled tides!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is the frail original of things,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;A timorous flame that once half-feared the light,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yet, loosened, sweeps the world, consuming Time</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And tinsel empires grim with blood and war!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is a hostage lent of Death, that Life</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Once more in times afar may find its lost!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;It is the ache and utter loneliness</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of wintry lands made wonderful with Spring!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Music it is, and song, regret and tears;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The rose upon the tomb of fleeting youth;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The one red wine of life, that on the lip</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of Thirst turns not to ashes!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Change and time</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The world is paved with gold, and wing by wing</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Drear autumn fields and valleys dark with rain</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Re-waken with the birds of Memory!</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;All time your words were tuned to madden men;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And I am drunk with these sweet pleadings, soft</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;As voices over many waters blown.</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Hear me, for by those gods you fear the most</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;There is a fire within me burns away</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;All pity, and some Hate, half-caged, may eat</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thro’ all its bars!</p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Phaon</span></p>
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-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And trample on my whitest flower of youth;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And long amid my poor dead roses lay,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Stifling with sorrow, and still held my peace,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Hoping thro’ all that pain for better things.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Down to this day I raised no voice in wrath</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;With quiet mouth and most unhappy eyes,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And saw my woman’s soul go thin and starved.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But now I warn you that the tide has turned;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Touch nevermore these hands, for my torn heart</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Quite humble have I been, and duly spake</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My lips as you once tutored them to speak.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But now this empty husk from which you drained</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Life’s darkest wine shall die in its own way,</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And now, as waters sigh and whisper through</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Some hollow-throated urn, so peace this day</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Shall steal thro’ all my veins, as I have said.</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Locked desperately arm in arm with me</p>
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-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The waves are softer with their dead, and winds</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;More kindly are with leaves in winter than</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Men’s cruel love, that kills and buries not!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Naked and torn we lie beneath their feet,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Who, had they known, in sorrow would have crept</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thro’ griefs entombing night with what once held</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Such joys and tears for them!</p>
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-<p class='hang'>(<span class='it'>As she turns to the sea a voice in the distance is heard singing
-through the twilight</span>:)</p>
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-<div class='lgl' style=''> <!-- rend=';' -->
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O that sound, not wind or sea,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From no bird nor dreamland blown,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Bearing you away from me,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Crying: “One must go alone!”</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;O that Voice, so like my own</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Calling through the gloom for thee!—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For the love that life has known,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For the parting yet to be!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'><span class='sc'>Sappho</span></p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Now I shall go</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Quite gladly, with this more than anguish at</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My over-aching heart, that cries for rest:</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Yes, shade-like even now I seem,—this face</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Sea-worn as Leucothea’s lonely face,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So wistful white at eve amid the waves</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where with sad eyes, men say, she gazes on</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Earth’s failing hills and fields!</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'>(<span class='it'>She turns once more to the sea.</span>)</p>
-<p class='line'>&#160;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;’Tis good to sleep,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And alone, sad mother Ocean, let me lie;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Alone, gray mother, take me in your arms</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Whose earthly sorrow once was deep as yours,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Whose passion was as vain, whose heart could sound</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Thro’ all the sweetest meadows of this world</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Only for evermore the morning lutes</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Of loneliness and most unhappy love.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For once, in times I know not of, you too</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Have loved and sorrowed, as your heart would say,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Mourning at dusk among your golden Isles.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;I cannot call on mine old gods, for they</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Have lived so far from Earth, they scarce would know</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The odour of my incense, nor how white</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My piteous altars stand; for as the Moon</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Smiles sadly disempassioned over men</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And their tumultuous cities crowned with song,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Where live by night so many heavy hearts,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;So smile the gods on my pale-lipped despairs.</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;On to the end these feet must walk alone,—</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Alone, once more, and unillumined, fare;</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;For I am far from home to die, and far</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From any voice to comfort me beyond</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;The cypress twilight and the hemlock gloom!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Not evermore, O blue Ionian Sea,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And vine-clad valleys, shall these eyes behold</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;My Lesbos, still my first and last of loves!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;But take me, mother Ocean, while I feel</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Burn thro’ my blood this magic ecstasy!</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Take me, O take me in your cooling arms,</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;And let the ablution of soft waters lave</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;Old sorrows from these eyes, and wash the pain</p>
-<p class='line'>&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;&ensp;From this poor heart, that sinned, but suffered more!</p>
-</div> <!-- end rend -->
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-<p class='hang'>(<span class='it'>With arms upraised she walks through the gathering dusk
-to the edge of the cliff, and leaps into the sea beneath her.</span>)</p>
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-<p class='line' style='font-size:0.9em;'>TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.</p>
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