Li

Is the day long, O Lesbian maiden, And the night endless In thy lone chamber In Mitylene?

All the bright day, Until welcome evening When the stars kindle Over the harbour, What tasks employ thee?

Passing the fountain At golden sundown, One of the home-going Traffickers, hast thou Thought of thy lover?

Nay, but how far Too brief will the night be, When I returning To the dear portal Hear my own heart beat!