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They sent you in to say farewell to me, / No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes / That shine with tears. Sappho, you saw the sun / Just now when you came hither, and again, / When you have left me, all the shimmering / Great meadows will laugh lightly, and the sun / Put round about you warm invisible arms / As might a lover, decking you with light. / I go toward darkness tho' I lie so still.
If I could see the sun, I should look up / And drink the light until my eyes were blind; / I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass, / And I should call the birds with such a voice, / With such a longing, tremulous and keen, / That they would fly to me and on the breast / Bear evermore to tree-tops and to fields / The kiss I gave them. Sappho, tell me this, / Was I not sometimes fair? My eyes, my mouth, / My hair that loved the wind, were they not worth / The breath of love upon them? Yet he passed, / And he will pass to-night when all the air / Is blue with twilight; but I shall not see.