Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman




SOFTLY the first step of twilight
Falls on the darkening dial,
One by one kindle the lights
    In Mitylene.

Noises are hushed in the courtyard,


The busy day is departing,
Children are called from their games,—
    Herds from their grazing.

And from the deep-shadowed angles
Comes the soft murmur of lovers,

Then through the quiet of dusk
    Bright sudden laughter.

From the hushed street, through the portal,
Where soon my lover will enter,
Comes the pure strain of a flute
    Tender with passion.