I DREAMED of Sappho on a summer night. Her nightingales were singing in the trees Beside the castled river; and the wind Fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change; The night went on with me into my dream. This only I remember, that I cried: "O Sappho! ere I leave this paradise, Sing me one song of those lost books of yours For which we poets still go sorrowing; That when I meet my fellows on the earth I may rejoice them more than many pearls;" And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, As one who dreams, "I have forgotten them." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG MY CREED by HOWARD ARNOLD WALTER OFF MESOLONGI by ALFRED AUSTIN INTRODUCTORY VERSES TO MARIA HACK by BERNARD BARTON JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN STUART BLACKIE IN MY LADY'S PRAISE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |