Sappho - Hymn to Aphrodite |
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Daughter of Zeus, Immortal Aphrodite, Queen of the broidered throne, distress'd I pray thee, Weaver of wiles, break not my heart with anguish, O Goddess, hear me! Now hither come, as once before thou camest, Hearing my voice afar, and lean to listen; Camest with golden chariot, leaving swiftly Thy father's dwelling. Beautiful, fleet thy sparrows drew thee hither, Round the dark earth from heaven's height descending, Whirled they with wings through deeps of middle aether, Fluttering came they. Then thou, blest once, with lips immortal smiling, Didst ask - "Why weepest thou? What is befallen? Whom wouldst thy heart and beauty draw to love thee? Who wrongs thee, Sappho? "She who spurns gifts shall give; who flies shall follow; If she loves not, unwilling soon shall love thee." Ah, come, from care release, fulfil my yearning; Help, I beseech thee. Daughter of Zeus, Immortal Aphrodite, Queen of the broidered throne, distress'd I pray thee, Weaver of wiles, break not my heart with anguish, O Goddess, hear me! |
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