Sappho (musingly)
Yet I too
Am frail, and I have fared on troubled seas!
Phaon
Bird-throated child of Lesbos, let us turn
To those dark hills of home and Long Ago
That one great love relumes, and one lost voice
Still like a fading lute with sorrow haunts.
Sappho
Dear hills of sun and gloom and green—soft hills