Were you a Greek when all the world was young, <br />Before the weary years that pass and pass, <br />Had scattered all the temples on the grass, <br />Before the moss to marble columns clung? <br />I think your snowy tunic must have hung <br />As now your gown does — wave on wave a mass <br />Of woven water. As within a glass <br />I see your face when Homer's tales were sung. <br />Alcaeus kissed your mouth and found it sweet, <br />And Sappho's hand has lingered in your hand. <br />You half remember Lesbos as you stand <br />Where all the times and countries mix and meet, <br />And lay your weight of beauty at our feet, <br />A garland gathered in a distant land.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-eleonora-duse-in/
