Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XXIV


 

I SHALL be ever maiden,
If thou be not my lover,
And no man shall possess me
Henceforth and forever.

But thou alone shalt gather

5

This fragile flower of beauty,—
To crush and keep the fragrance
Like a holy incense.

Thou only shalt remember
This love of mine, or hallow

10
The coming years with gladness,
Calm and pride and passion.