Part 3

Over faint lines Whose grays and purples pave Where seas night-calmed adore.

Fair vesper fire, Fairest of stars, the light Benign of secret bliss;

Star of desire, Bringing to me with night Dreams and my Phaon's kiss.

DAWN

Just now the golden-sandalled Dawn Peered through the lattice of my room; Why must thou fare so soon, my Phaon?

Last night I met thee at the shore, A thousand hues were in the sky; The breeze from Cyprus blew, my Phaon!

I drew, to lave thy heated brow, My kerchief dripping from the sea; Why hadst thou sailed so far, my Phaon?

Far up the narrow mountain paths We heard the shepherds fluting home; Like some white God thou seemed, my Phaon!

And through the olive trees we saw The twinkle of my vesper lamp; Wilt kiss me now as then, my Phaon?

Nay, loosen not with gentle force The clasp of my restraining arms; I will not let thee go, my Phaon!

See, deftly in my trailing robe I spring and draw the lattice close; Is it not night again, my Phaon?

THE FAREWELL

Beloved, stand face to face, And, lifting lids, disclose to me the grace, The Paphic fire that lingers yet and lies Reflected in thy eyes.

Phaon, my sole beloved, Stand not to my mad passion all unmoved; O let, ere thou to far Panormus sail, One hour of love prevail.

Dear ingrate, come and let Thy breath like odor from a cassolet, Thy smile, the clinging touch of lips and heart Anoint me, ere we part.

Phaon, I yearn and seek But thee alone; and what I feel must speak In all these fond and wilful ways of mine, O mortal, made divine!

My girl friends now no more Hang their sweet gifts of garlands at my door; Dear maids, with all your vanished empery Ye now are naught to me.

Phaon, thy galley rides Within the harbor's mouth and waits the tides And favoring winds, far to the west to fly And leave me here to die.

The brawny rowers lean To bend long-stroking oars; and changing scene And fairer loves than mine shall soon efface This last divine embrace.

Phaon, the lifting breeze! See, at thy feet I kneel and clasp thy knees! Go not, go not! O hear my sobbing prayer, And yield to my despair!

DARK-EYED SLEEP

Dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night, Come in thy shadow garment to my couch, And with thy soothing touch, Cool as the vesper breeze, Grant that I may forget;

Bestow condign release, A taste of rest that comes with endless sleep; Lure off the haunting dreams, The dire Eumenides That torture my repose.

For I would live a space Though Phaon has forsaken me, nor yet Be found on shadow fields Among the lilies tall Of pale Persephone.

THE CLIFF OF LEUCAS

Afar-seen cliff Stands in the western sea Toward Cephallenian lands.

Apollo's temple crowns Its whitened crest, And at its base The waves eternal beat.

Its leap has power To cure the pangs Of unrequited love.

Thither pale lovers go With anguished hearts To dare the deep and quench Love's slow consuming flame.

Urged to the edge By maddening desire, I, too, shall fling myself Imploring thee, Apollo, lord and king!

Into the chill Embraces of the sea, Less cold than thine, O Phaon, I shall fall-- Fall with the flutter of a wounded dove;

And I shall rise Indifferent forever to love's dream, Or find below The sea's eternal voice, Eternal peace.

EPIGRAMS

THE DUST OF TIMAS

This is the dust of Timas! Here inurned Rest the dear ashes where so late had burned Her spirit's flame. She perished, gentle maid, Before her bridal day and now a shade, Silent and sad, she evermore must be In the dark chamber of Persephone. When life had faded with the flower and leaf, Each girl friend sweet, in token of her grief, Resigned her severed locks with bended head, Beauty's fair tribute to the lovely dead.

THE PRIESTESS OF ARTEMIS

Maidens, that pass my tomb with laughter sweet, A voice unresting echoes at your feet; Pause, and if any would my story seek, Dumb as I am, these graven words will speak; Once in the vanished years it chanced to please Arista, daughter of Hermocleides, To dedicate my life in virgin bliss To thee, revered of women, Artemis! O Goddess, deign to bless my grandsire's line, For Saon was a temple priest of thine; And grant, O Queen, in thy benefic grace, Unending fame and fortune to his race.

PELAGON

Above the lowly grave of Pelagon, Ill-fated fisher lad, Meniscus' son, His father placed as sign of storm and strife The weel and oar, memorial of his life.

FINIS

INDEX

SAPPHICS

THE MUSES MUSAGETES LOVE'S BANQUET MOON AND STARS ODE TO ANACTORIA THE ROSE ODE TO APHRODITE SUMMER THE GARDEN OF THE NYMPHS APHRODITE'S DOVES ANACREON'S SONG THE DAUGHTER OF CYPRUS THE DISTAFF THE SLEEP WIND THE REPROACH LONG AGO

EPITHALAMIA: THRENODES

HYMENAIOS BRIDAL SONG EPITHALAMIUM PIERIA'S ROSE LAMENT FOR ADONIS THE STRICKEN FLOWER DEATH PERSEPHONE

PARTHENEIA: DIDAKTIKA

MAIDENHOOD EVER MAIDEN CLËIS ASPIRATION HERO, OF GYARA COURAGE THE BOAST OF ARES GOLD GNOMICS PRIDE LETO AND NIOBE THE DYE

EROTIKA: DITHYRAMBS

HYMN TO PAPHIA EROS PASSION APHRODITE'S PRAISE THE FIRST KISS ODE TO ATTHIS COMPARISON THE SACRIFICE LEDA AMŒBEUM: ALCÆUS AND SAPPHO THE LOVE OF SELENE THE CRETAN DANCE TO ALCÆUS HYPORCHEME LARICHUS SPRING

GIRL FRIENDS

PRELUDE ANDROMEDA EUNEICA GORGO MNASIDICA TELESIPPA GYRINNO MEGARA ERINNA GONGYLA DAMOPHYLA ANAGORA

PHAON

PHILOMEL GOLDEN PULSE THE SWALLOW TIDINGS HESPERUS DAWN THE FAREWELL DARK-EYED SLEEP THE CLIFF OF LEUCAS

EPIGRAMS

THE DUST OF TIMAS THE PRIESTESS OF ARTEMIS PELAGON