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Sappho - Ode To A Loved One
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Blest as the immortal gods is he, 
The youth who fondly sits by thee, 
And hears and sees thee, all the while, 
Softly speaks and sweetly smile. 
  
`Twas this deprived my soul of rest, 
And raised such tumults in my breast; 
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed, 
My breath was gone, my voice was lost; 
  
My bosom glowed; the subtle flame 
Ran quick through all my vital frame; 
O`er my dim eyes a darkness hung; 
My ears with hollow murmurs rung; 
  
In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; 
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: 
My feeble pulse forgot to play; 
I fainted, sunk, and died away.
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