Sappho

I sigh at day-dawn, and I

When the dull day is passing by.

I sigh at evening, and againI sigh when night brings sleep to men.

Oh! it were far better to

Than thus forever mourn and sigh,

And in death's dreamless sleep to

Unconscious that none weep for me;

Eased from my weight of heaviness,

Forgetful of forgetfulness,

Resting from care and pain and

Thro' the long night that knows no morrow;

Living unloved, to die unknown,

Unwept, untended, and alone.