Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XLI


 

PHAON, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy twilight?

All the plum -leaves quiver

5

With the coolth and darkness,

After their long patience
In consuming ardour.

And the moving grasses
Have relief; the dew-drench

10


Comes to quell the parching
Ache of noon they suffered.

I alone of all things
Fret with unsluiced fire.

And there is no quenching

15

In the night for Sappho,

Since her lover Phaon
Leaves her unrequited.