Because thou hast kept in those world-wandering eyes

The light that makes me music of the skies;

Because thou hast heard with world-unwearied ears

The music that puts light into the spheres;

Have therefore in thine heart and in thy mouth

The sound of song that mingles north and south,

The song of all the winds that sing of me,

And in thy soul the sense of all the sea."

[Pg 311]

[Pg 311]

ON THE CLIFFS

ιμεροωνος αηδων. Sappho.

Sappho.

Between the moondawn and the sundown here

The twilight hangs half starless; half the sea

Still quivers as for love or pain or fear

Or pleasure mightier than these all may be

A man's live heart might beat

Wherein a God's with mortal blood should meet

And fill its pulse too full to bear the strain

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