And from the tale the olden glory gone;
The lamp has failed amid the glimmering dusk
Of midnight; and now even music sounds
Mournful as evening bells on seas unknown.
Phaon
O, Lesbos waits, and still you will not come—
Our home is calling, and you will not hear?
Sappho
Out of my time I am, and like a bird
On nor’land wings too early flown, I dream