Verse > Anthologies > Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. > An American Anthology, 1787–1900
Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
1453. A Night in Lesbos
By George Hortom
THE MOON has left the sky,
The Pleiades are flown,
Midnight is creeping nigh,
And I am still alone.
Ah me! how long, how long        5
Are all these weary hours!
I hate the night-bird’s song
Among the Lesbian flowers.
I hate the soft, sweet breeze
That comes to kiss my hair        10
From oleander trees
And waters cool and fair.
My heart is fierce and wild;
The winds should rave and moan.
Ah! why is Nature mild        15
When I am here alone?
While yet the silver moon
Rode o’er the laughing sea,
My heart was glad, for, “for, “Soon,”
I said, “he comes to me.”        20
But when its placid sphere
Slid swiftly ’neath the wave,
I sighed, “He is not here.
Be brave, my heart, be brave!”
Then for an age of woe,        25
Of doubts and hopings vain,
I watched the white stars snow
On you Ægean plain.
I named them by their names—
Alcyone, and all        30
Those far and happy flames
On which we mortals call.
“Ere that one sets,” I said,
“My soul shall swim in bliss;”
And then, “Ere that is fled        35
My lips shall feel his kiss.”
The moon has left the Pole,
The Pleiades are flown;
’T is midnight in my soul,
And I am here alone!        40


Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.