How blessed I am to have heard thee play thy lyre.
Thou wert the dream whilst unaware I didst sleep,
Even as thy rent works bade me to aching weep.
Yet, O gentle Psappha, beloved inspiration mine,
Thou spakest truly: We remember thee and thine.
For thou didst love fiercely with passion and true,
For thy words didst give name to our ardour too.
Mortal Muse, forever immortal thou shalt be.
In our hearts we keep alive thy sweetest memory.
And in our lives, we live what thou didst live,
And in our suffering, the song that thou didst give.
� Lishesque
12:00 am 1st April 2005
