TO ONE WHO LOVED NOT POETRY
by: Sappho
 HOU liest
dead, and there will be no memory left behind
- Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind
- The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom
- Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
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This English translation, by Edwin
Arnold, of 'To One Who Loved Not Poetry' is reprinted from Greek
Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge:
The Riverside Press, 1893. |
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