A Dream of Sappho
The
little hollows in the pavements shine
With the soft, hesitating April
rain,
That sifts across the city, gray and
fine,
And
on the huddling, spent waves of the main,―
Where
the wild, silver seabirds wheel and scream.
It is a day to lie before the fire,
Turning the key on Thought and Care,
and dream
Of
dark-eyed Sappho and her passioned lyre;
Her
sun-warmed courts columned above the sea;
Blue skies of Lesbos―ay, and of the
kiss
Of the South wind among her bower’s
leaves.
Who
could regret the day’s monotony,
In the full rapture of a dream like
this―
Set to the faltering music of the
eaves!
"A Dream of Sappho" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).
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