H. De Vere Stacpoole

Sappho lies remote from us, beyond the fashions and the ages, beyond sight, almost beyond the wing of Thought, in the world's extremest youth. To thrill the imagination with the vast measure of time between the world of Sappho and the world of the Great War, it is quite useless to express it in years, one must express it in aeons, just as astronomers, dealing with sidereal distances, think, not in miles, but in light years. Between us and Sappho lie the Roman Empire and the age of Christ, and beyond the cross the age of Athenian culture, culminating in the white flower of the Acropolis. Had she travelled she might have visited Nineveh before its destruction by Cyaxares, or watched the Ph nicians set sail on their African voyage at the command of Nechos. She might have spoken with Draco and Jeremiah the Prophet and the father of Gautama the founder of Buddhism. For her the Historical Past, which is the background of all thought, held little but echoes, voices, and the forms of gods, and the immediate present little but Lesbos and the AEgean Sea, whose waters had been broken by the first trireme only a hundred and fifty years before her birth."

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