swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
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Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!But oh, who ever felt as I!
Must I remind you, Cleis,
are unbecoming ina poet’s household?and that they are notsuitable in ours?Sapphotr. Barnard
I took my lyre and said:
tortoise shell: becomea speaking instrument
You may forget but
this: someone insome future timewill think of us
Tell everyone
sing beautifully formy friends’ pleasure
Standing by my bed
Dawn that verymoment awoke me