Phaon
’Twas but a little time I went from you,
And I have sorrowed for it, and am wise;
And with my wisdom, lo, the tremulous wings
Of twilight love have now flown home again.
Sappho
It is too late, my Phaon.
Your light hand
Has crushed the silver goblet of my heart,
And all the wine is spilt; the page is read,