Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LXV


 

SOFTLY the wind moves through the radiant morning,
And the warm sunlight sinks into the valley,
Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,
    Strength, and fulfilment.

Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy,

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Through the soul and substance of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
    O thou dear mortal.