Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing
⁠From the immense blue circle of the sea,
And the soft thunder where long waves whiten—
⁠These were the same for Sappho as for me.

Two thousand years—much has gone by forever,
⁠Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men—
But here on the beaches that time passes over
⁠The heart aches now as then.