Love
Sappho: XIII
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
Love
Sleep thou in the bosom
Of the tender comrade,
While the living water
Whispers in the well-run,
And the oleanders
Glimmer in the moonlight.
Soon, ah, soon the shy birds
Will be at their fluting,
And the morning planet
Rise above the garden;
For there is a measure
Set to all things mortal.
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Codex Note
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: XIII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/212/.
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: XIII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/212/.
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