{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos60.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos60.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos60.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nNow the silver crescent\n Of the moon has vanished,\n With the golden Pleiads\n Drifting down the west.\nIt is after midnight\n And the time is passing,\n Hours we pledged to passion\n And I sleep alone.\nAnger ill becomes thee,\n Tender-souled Gyrinno,\n Shapelier is Dica\n But less loved by me.\nArt thou still relentless,\n Wilful one, annulling\n All thy protestations\n In the fervid past?\nCan it, O Charites,\n Be thou hast forgotten?\n Dost thou love another,\n Even now, perchance?\nAh, my tears are falling,\n Yet in my despairing\n Mood I lie and listen\n For thy furtive step;\nFor the lightest rustle\n Of thy flowing garment,\n For thy sweet and panting\n Whisper at the door.\nNow the moon has vanished\n With the golden Pleiads;\n It is after midnight\n And I sleep alone.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Girl Friends: Gyrinno","type":"page"}