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How soon will all my lovely days be over, / And I no more be found beneath the sun, -- / Neither beside the many-murmuring sea, / Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds, / Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills / Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along / The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray / And harmless shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
For I am eager, and the flame of life / Burns quickly in the fragile lamp of clay. / Passion and love and longing and hot tears / Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon / A great wind from the dark will blow upon me, / And I be no more found in the fair world, / For all the search of the revolving moon / And patient shine of everlasting stars.