Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




O HEART of insatiable longing,
What spell, what enchantment allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?

And when the rose-petals are scattered 

At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,—
This infinite ache of regret?