Half the long night is spent, and yet
I lie alone.
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THE stars about the lovely moon
When, round and full, her silver faceSwims into sight, and lights all space
Children astray to their mothers, and goats to the herd,
All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold,All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold.
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,The greenwood through!O Forest-maidens, smite on the breast,Rend ye the delicate-woven vest!Let the wail ring wild and high:‘Ah for Adonis!’ cry.O Sappho, how canst thou chant the blissOf Kypris — after such day as this?‘Oh Adonis, thou leavest me — woe for my lot!And Eros, my…
Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
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Before they were mothers
had been the mostdevoted of friendsSapphotr. Barnard
Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers,
With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spiritLady, not longer!Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!Come, as in that island dawn thou camest,Billowing in thy yoked car to SapphoForth from thy father’sGolden house in pity! … I remember:Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beatingFast their wings above the dusky harvests,Down the pale…