4171049Verses — NaxosBlanche Edith Baughan

NAXOS

When lonely on the once-delightful shore
Stood Ariadne, and the stern wind blew
Steadily seaward, till at last she knew
Theseus could come no more:

Behold, a God, a God rush’d to her side!—
—Think you she cared? I know which way she turn’d
Fain eyes, and longing heart, and lips that burn’d;
I know which name she cried!

For now the Godlike let draws near to me;
Yea, Love-of-one denied, comes Love-for-all,—
But, where art thou? Canst thou not hear me call,
O lost, lost Love, to thee?