Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LXIX


 

LIKE a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in splendour passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.

And then the bray of brazen horns 

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Arose above their clanking march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.

O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men,

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So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast unknown?