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SAPPHIC
I love him, and he loves me not: alas
That this should be!
How should a maiden come to such a pass,
A maiden free?
Woe's me!
That this should be!
How should a maiden come to such a pass,
A maiden free?
Woe's me!
Free once as wind: but were I as the wind,
To him I'd flee,
Breathe my love sighingly, and loving bind
The now love-free.
Woe's me!
To him I'd flee,
Breathe my love sighingly, and loving bind
The now love-free.
Woe's me!
I love him and he loves me not. O Grief!
My helper be;
Wind! bear me unto him, as a dead leaf
Is borne by thee.
Woe's me!
My helper be;
Wind! bear me unto him, as a dead leaf
Is borne by thee.
Woe's me!
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