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O Aphrodite,
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God-born and deathless,
Break not my spirit
With bitter anguish,
Thou wilful empress!
I pray thee, hither!

As once aforetime
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Well thou didst hearken
To my voice far off,—
Listen, and leaving
Thy father's golden
House in yoked chariot,

Come, thy fleet sparrows
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Beating the mid-air
Over the dark earth.
Suddenly near me,
Smiling, immortal,
Thy bright regard asked,

What had befallen,—
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Why I had called thee,—
What my mad heart then
Most was desiring.
"What fair thing wouldst thou
Lure now to love thee?

"Who wrongs thee, Sappho?
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If now she flies thee,
Soon shall she follow;—
Scorning thy gifts now,
Soon be the giver;—
And a loth loved one

"Soon be the lover."
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So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will
Help me accomplish!







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