From Sappho Poem by Digby Mackworth Dolben

From Sappho



Thou liest dead,-lie on: of thee
No sweet remembrances shall be,
Who never plucked Pierian rose,
Who never chanced on Anterôs.
Unknown, unnoticed, there below
Through Aides' houses shalt thou go
Alone,-for never a flitting ghost
Shall find in thee a lover lost.

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