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SAPPHO, One Hundred Lyrics
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Bliss Carman
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XI
When the Cretan maidens,
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Dancing up the full moon
Round some fair new altar,
Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass,
There is mirth among them.
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Aphrodite's children
Ask her benediction
On their bridals in the summer night.
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