Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




I BEHOLD Arcturus going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.

From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter,—

My companions at their glad love-making,—
While that curly-headed boy from Naxos
With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.