Lord Byron wrote:

"The Isles of Greece ! The Isles of Greece !

Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace; Wlipre Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set".

Just what kind of a home Sappho had, may be imagined from the following description by Mr. Symonds, of the Island of Lesbos on which she lived:

" Exquisite gardens in which the rose and hyacinth spread perfume; river-beds ablaze with the oleander and wild pomegranate; olive-groves and fountains, where the cyclamen and violet flowered with feathery maiden hair; pine-shadowed coves, where they might bathe in the calm of a tideless sea; fruits such as only the southern sea and the sea-wind can mature; marble cliffs, starred with jonquil and anemone in spring, aromatic with myrtle and lentisk and samphire and wild rosemary through all the months".

Evidently there is something left yet in the "Isles of Greece" besides the setting sun, that Lord Byron did not see.