Love
Sappho: LXII
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
Love
Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
Play up thy flawless silver flute;
Dead ripe are fruit and grain.
When love puts on his scarlet coat,
Put off thy care.
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Codex Note
From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics (1907)
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: LXII.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/261/.
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Carman, Bliss. “Sappho: LXII.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/carman/261/.
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