Sappho, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

SapphoSappho, Miquel Carbonell Selva (1881)

Sappho, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Though you mourn, from your young life do not flee
Come, create within us a magic spell
Leave not Leucadian cliff for the sea
Instead your song the sea’s harshness to quell

If it is a failed love we can’t undo
Nor can our earnest love of you compare
Let our open arms provide you comfort
A chance to heal your illness of despair

There won’t be warmth on the sea’s frigid floor
Your lyre never to play another song
Stay, it is you that we so much adore
It is with us that you truly belong

Sappho it is our wish you didn’t abide
Preferring deep darkness of suicide

 

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