Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

LXXXIV


 

SOFT was the wind in the beech-trees;
Low was the surf on the shore;
In the blue dusk one planet
Like a great sea-pharos shone.

But nothing to me were the sea-sounds,

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The wind and the yellow star,
When over my breast the banner
Of your golden hair was spread.