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SAPPHO, One Hundred Lyrics
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Bliss Carman
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How to say I love you:
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What, if I but live it,
Were the use in that, love?
Small, indeed.
Only, every moment
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Of this waking lifetime,
Let me be your lover
And your friend!
Ah, but then, as sure as
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Blossom breaks from bud-sheath,
When along the hillside
Spring returns,
Golden speech should flower
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From the soul so cherished
And the mouth your kisses
Filled with fire.
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