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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 where tulips blow.

White before us flames one pointed

Star; and Day hath Night anointed

King; from out her azure ewer

Pouring starry fire, truer

Than true 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.

Down the dusk burns golden-red;

Embers are the stars o'erhead.

At my soul some Protean elf is:

You 're Simaetha, I am Delphis;

You are Sappho and her Phaon—

I. We love. There lies a ray on

All the dark Æolian seas

'Round the violet Lesbian leas.

On we drift. He loves you. Nearer

Looms our island. Rosier, clearer

The Leucadian cliff we follow,

Where the temple of Apollo

Lifts a pale and pillared fire—

Strike, oh, strike the Lydian lyre;

Out of Hellas blows the breeze

Singing to the Sapphic seas.