author - "Bliss Carman"
Come, thy fleet sparrows
Beating the mid-air
Over the dark earth. 15Suddenly near me,
Smiling, immortal,
Thy bright regard asked
What had befallen,--
Why I had called thee,-- 20What my mad heart then
Most was desiring.
"What fair thing wouldst thou
Lure now to love thee?
"Who wrongs thee, Sappho? 25If now she flies thee,
Soon shall she follow;--
Scorning thy gifts now,
Soon be the giver;--
And a loth loved one 30
"Soon be the lover."
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35Help me accomplish!
VI
Peer of the gods he seems,
Who in thy presence
Sits and hears close to him
Thy silver speech-tones
And lovel
Come, thy fleet sparrows
Beating the mid-air
Over the dark earth. 15Suddenly near me,
Smiling, immortal,
Thy bright regard asked
What had befallen,--
Why I had called thee,-- 20What my mad heart then
Most was desiring.
"What fair thing wouldst thou
Lure now to love thee?
"Who wrongs thee, Sappho? 25If now she flies thee,
Soon shall she follow;--
Scorning thy gifts now,
Soon be the giver;--
And a loth loved one 30
"Soon be the lover."
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35Help me accomplish!
VI
Peer of the gods he seems,
Who in thy presence
Sits and hears close to him
Thy silver speech-tones
And lovel