I heard a lyre a plucking
Upon a distant shore
A song was borne along the breeze
It lasted ever more.
It was a song of Sappho
To call her brother home,
Who was a merchant sailor
And was inclined to roam
To many a distant shore.
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Freeze! ! Alone the breeze. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.