from The Waste Land, lines 220-223:

At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives

Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights

Her stove, and lays out food in tins

Eliot's note:

221. This may not appear as exact as Sappho's lines, but I had in mind "longshore" or "dory" fisherman, who returns at nightfall.