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I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night. / Her nightingales were singing in the trees / Beside the castled river; and the wind / Fell like a woman's fingers on my cheek. / And then I slept and dreamed and marked no change; / The night went on with me into my dream. / This only I remember, that I cried: / "O Sappho! ere I leave this paradise, / Sing me one song of those lost books of yours / For which we poets still go sorrowing; / That when I meet my fellows on the earth / I may rejoice them more than many pearls; " / And she, the sweetly smiling, answered me, / As one who dreams, "I have forgotten them. "