author - "Bliss Carman"
Come, thy fleet sparrows Beating the mid-air Over the dark earth. 15Suddenly near me, Smiling, immortal, Thy bright regard asked What had befallen,-- Why I had called thee,-- 20What my mad heart then Most was desiring. "What fair thing wouldst thou Lure now to love thee? "Who wrongs thee, Sappho? 25If now she flies thee, Soon shall she follow;-- Scorning thy gifts now, Soon be the giver;-- And a loth loved one 30 "Soon be the lover." So even now, too, Come and release me
Come, thy fleet sparrows Beating the mid-air Over the dark earth. 15Suddenly near me, Smiling, immortal, Thy bright regard asked What had befallen,-- Why I had called thee,-- 20What my mad heart then Most was desiring. "What fair thing wouldst thou Lure now to love thee? "Who wrongs thee, Sappho? 25If now she flies thee, Soon shall she follow;-- Scorning thy gifts now, Soon be the giver;-- And a loth loved one 30 "Soon be the lover." So even now, too, Come and release me