>>7730401And since I from Leucate's top survey,
Like a sentinel with piercing eye and true.
Watching for brig and frigate night and day.
Whose distant outlines quiver in the blue.
And since I from Leucate's top survey.
To learn if kind and merciful the sea.
And midst the sobs that make the rock resound,
Brings back some eve to pardoning Lesbos, free
The worshipped corpse of Sappho, who made her bound
To learn if kind and merciful the sea!
Of her the man-like lover-poetess,[1]
In her sad pallor more than Venus fair!
The azure eye yields to that black eye, where
The cloudy circle tells of the distress
Of her the man-like lover-poetess!
Fairer than Venus risen on the world.
Pouring the treasures of her aspect mild,
The radiance of her fdr white youth unfurl'd
On Ocean old enchanted with his child;
Fairer than Venus risen on the world.
Of Sappho, who, blaspheming, died that day
When trampling on the rite and sacred creed.
She made her body fair the supreme prey
Of one whose pride punish'd the impious deed
Of Sappho who, blaspheming, died that day.
And since that time it is that Lesbos moans,
Andy spite the homage which the whole world pays.
Is drunk each night with cries of pain and groans,
Her desert shores unto the heavens do raise.
And since that time it is that Lesbos moans !
