XLIII
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Surely somehow, in some measure, There will be joy and fulfilment,— Cease from this throb of desire,— Even for Sappho!
Surely some fortunate hour 5 Phaon will come, and his beauty Be spent like water to plenish Need of that beauty!
Where is the breath of Poseidon, Cool from the sea-floor with evening? 10 Why are Selene’s white horses So long arriving?