Clëis by Sappho (Ft. John Myers O'Hara)
Clëis by Sappho (Ft. John Myers O'Hara)

Clëis

Sappho & John Myers O’Hara * Track #26 On The Poems of Sappho

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Clëis by Sappho (Ft. John Myers O'Hara)

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SapphoJohn Myers O’Hara

Clëis Annotated

Daughter of mine, so fair,
With a form like a golden flower,
Wherefore thy pensive air
And the dreams in the myrtle bower?

Clëis, beloved, thy eyes
That are turned from my gaze, thy hand
That trembles so, I prize
More than all the Lydian land;

More than the lovely hills
With the Lesbian olive crowned;—
Tell me, darling, what ills
In the gloom of thy thought are found?

Daughter of mine, come near
And thy head on my knees recline;
Whisper and never fear,
For the beat of thy heart is mine.

Sweet mother, I can turn
With content to my loom no more;
My bosom throbs, I yearn
For a youth that my eyes adore;

Lykas of Eresus,
Whom I knew when a little child;
My heart by Love is thus
With the sweetest of pain beguiled.

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