O that Voice, so like my own
Calling through the gloom for thee!—
For the love that life has known,
For the parting yet to be!
Sappho
Now I shall go
Quite gladly, with this more than anguish at
My over-aching heart, that cries for rest:
Yes, shade-like even now I seem,—this face
Sea-worn as Leucothea’s lonely face,