Fragments of Sappho

Per this prompt from The Guardian, I have attempted my own "translation" of two fragments of Sappho:

48
The moon is gone—the Pleiades—
now midnight, and still time goes.
I lie alone.

65
But you are dead and shall forever BE dead,
forever forgotten, with no immortal mark to record
the memory of you, even among your fellow dead,
beside whom you'll lie forever, dead, remembered
never by any who knew or did not know your mortality,
even those already equally forgotten.