Your lines that linger for us down the years, <br />Like sparks that tell the glory of a flame, <br />Still keep alight the splendor of your name, <br />And living still, they sting us into tears. <br />Sole perfect singer that the world has heard, <br />Let fall from that far heaven of thine <br />One golden word. <br />Oh tell us we shall find beside the Nile, <br />Held fast in some Egyptian's dusty hand, <br />Deep covered by the centuries of sand, <br />The songs long written that were lost awhile <br />Sole perfect singer that the world has heard, <br />Let fall from that far heaven of thine <br />This golden word.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-sappho-ii/
