]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray
Sappho
Their heart grew coldthey let their wings down
poetry beauty imagery defeat giving-up
]Sardisoften turning her thoughts here]you like a goddessand in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is conspicuous among Lydian womenas sometimes at sunsetthe rosyfingered moonsurpasses all the stars. And her lightstretches over salt seaequally and flowerdeep fields. And the beautiful dew is poured outand roses bloom and frailchervil and flowering sweetclover. But she goes back and forth rememberinggentle Atthis and in longingshe bites her tender mind
poetry beauty imagery
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