Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XXXVII


 

WELL I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover’s hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much desiring heart to follow.
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the spacious starlight,
The cool wind’s touch and the deep blue distance,
Til the dawn came in with golden sandals.
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