Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXX


 

HOW to say I love you:
What, if I but live it,
Were the use in that, love?
    Small, indeed.

Only, every moment

5

Of this waking lifetime
Let me be your lover
    And your friend!

Ah, but then, as sure as
Blossom breaks from bud-sheath, 

10

When along the hillside
    Spring returns,

Golden speech should flower
From the soul so cherished,
And the mouth your kisses 

15
    Filled with fire.