Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XXII


 

ONCE you lay upon my bosom,
While the long blue-silver moonlight
Walked the plain, with that pure passion
    All your own.

Now the moon is gone, the Pleiads

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Gone, the dead of night is going;
Slips the hour, and on my bed
    I lie alone.