Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics by Bliss Carman
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VI Peer of the gods he seems
VII The Cyprian came to thy cradle VIII Aphrodite of the foam IX Nay, but always and forever X Let there be garlands, Dica XI When the Cretan maidens XII In a dream I spoke with the Cyprus-born XIII Sleep thou in the bosom XIV Hesperus, bringing together XV In the grey olive-grove a small brown bird XVI In the apple-boughs the coolness XVII Pale rose-leaves have fallen XVIII The courtyard of her house is wide XIX There is a medlar-tree XX I behold Arcturus going westward |
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