Lightly they sing who love and are beloved;
And men shall lightly listen; but the heart
Forlorn of hope, that hides its wound in song,
Remembered is through many years and lands.
And I have wept and sung, and I have known
So many hours of sorrow—all for you!
Phaon
What Love remembers little things?—what wave
Withholds itself for sighs of broken reeds?
Sappho