IX
By the Sea. The Unchanging
 

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.