Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XLVII


 

LIKE torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away

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On the loveliness of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.