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Sappho:
One Hundred Lyrics
by
Bliss Carman
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HOW
soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,—
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain- winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills |
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Where
roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And harmless shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
For
I am eager, and the flame of life
Burns quickly in the fragile lamp of clay.
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Passion
and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon |
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patient shine of everlasting stars. |
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