Doricha

So now the very bones of you are gone

Where they were dust and ashes long ago;

And there was the last ribbon you tied on

To bind your hair, and that is dust also;

And somewhere there is dust that was of old

A soft and scented garment that you wore --

The same that once till dawn did closely fold

You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more.

But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song,

Will make your name a word for all to learn,

And all to love thereafter, even while

It's but a name; and this will be as long

As there are distant ships that will return

Again to your Naucratis and the Nile.