Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




WILL none say of Sappho,
Speaking of her lovers,
And the love they gave her,—
Joy and days and beauty,
Flute-playing and roses,

Song and wine and laughter,—

Will none, musing, murmur,
"Yet, for all the roses,
All the flutes and lovers,
Doubt not she was lonely

As the sea, whose cadence
Haunts the world for ever."