Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LVI


 

IT never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 

5

And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go,

10

Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass,

15
A murmur of the sea.