SAPPHO

Cleis shall bring down from your presses saffron
smock and purple robe: and let a mantle be put
τον you and crowned wilh a wreath of flowers tied
about your hexd: and so come, sweet with all the
beauty with which you make me mad. And do you,
Praxinoa, rowst us nuts, so that [ may make the
maidens a sweeter breakfast :! for one of the Gods,
ehild. has vouchsated us a boon. This very day has
Sappho the fairest of all women vowed that she will
surely return unto Mytilene the dearest of all towns—
return with us, the mother with her children.’
Dearest Atthis, can vou then forget ail this that

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happened in the old days?

83 [To Arruis?]
From the reverse of the same Manuscript :
So 1 shall never see Atthis more, and in sooth 1
might as well be dead. And yet she wept full sore
to leave me behind and said * Alas! how sad our

lot; Sappho, I swear ‘tis all against my will I leave

* the ordinary Greek Lreaktast was bread dipped in wine :
thig, the day of Ss return (from the nyst exile at Pyrrha®),
if & Crent day 5 doubttully restorel: see p, 2aS. nm. 2:
the spewker of the main portion is apparently Atthis

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