Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

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WHEN I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And question of my pilot old,

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How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!