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Show REGRET FOR ATTHIS (From the restored text, by J. M. Edmonds, of a recently discovered fragment.) By John Myers O'Hara. Atthis has not returned, the days drift by, And all my hope is gone and I would die; With tears she left mo, saying, "Sappho, though I suffer deeply, dear one, I must go!" And I replied, "If thou must go away, Fare on thy journey happily today; t Remember me, and how thy vestal grace, Unravlshed all, was flrst in my embrace! "And if thou shouldst forget in years to come, I will remind thee, though my lips are dumb, How fond we were, and beautiful, and how We loved and thrilled in every vein as now; "And how thy beauty brightened with the glows Of countless wreaths of violet and rose; And woven to the whim of thy desire Around thy neck and on thy heart as fire; "And how upon thy couch and fair to me, With sweets and nectar near to freshen thee, Thou didst anoint thy body, languid yet, With perfume from thy costly cassolet; 'And how we offered to the gods when all The rites of passion lost their burning thrall, Deep in the sacred grove at day's decline, White doves and flowers at Aphrodite's shrine!" The International. |