Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XLVIII


 

FINE woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocæa,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A precious gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
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And a gold comb, and girdle,
And trinkets of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
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And I have brought from Tyre
A Pan-flute stained vermilion,
Wherin the gods have hidden
Love and desire and longing,
Which I shall loose for thee. 
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