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Here the shores are irised; grasses

Clump the water gray, that glasses

Broken wood and deepened distance.

Far the musical persistence

Of a field-lark lingers low

In the west’s rich tulip-glow.

White before us flames one pointed

Star; and Day hath Night anointed

King; from out her azure ewer

Pouring starry fire, truer

Than pure gold. Star-crowned he stands

With the starlight in his hands.

Will the moon bleach through the ragged

Tree-tops ere we reach yon jagged

Rock that rises gradually,

Pharos of our homeward valley?—

All the west is smouldering red;

Embers are the stars o’erhead.

At my soul some Protean elf is:

You ’re Simætha; I am Delphis,

You are Sappho and your Phaon,

I.—We love.—There lies our way, on,—

Let us say,—Æolian seas,

To the violet Lesbian leas.

On we drift. I love you. Nearer

Looms our Island. Rosier, clearer,

The Leucadian cliff we follow,

Where the temple of Apollo

Shines—a pale and pillared fire....

Strike, oh, strike the Lydian lyre!—

Out of Hellas blows the breeze

Singing to the Sapphic seas.