Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




WHAT shall we do, Cytherea?
Lovely Adonis is dying.
    Ah, but we mourn him!

Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 


    Sleeps in the vineyard?

Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
    Goes to his hunting?

Ah, but thy beauty, Adonis,

With the swoft spring and the south wind,
    Love and desire!