Yes, Atthis, you may be sure <br /> <br /> Even in Sardis <br />Anactoria will think often of us <br /> <br />of the life we shared here, when you seemed <br />the Goddess incarnate <br />to her and your singing pleased her best <br /> <br />Now among Lydian women she in her <br />turn stands first as the red- <br />fingered moon rising at sunset takes <br /> <br />precedence over stars around her; <br />her light spreads equally <br />on the salt sea and fields thick with bloom <br /> <br />Delicious dew purs down to freshen <br />roses, delicate thyme <br />and blossoming sweet clover; she wanders <br /> <br />aimlessly, thinking of gentle <br />Atthis, her heart hanging <br />heavy with longing in her little breast <br /> <br />She shouts aloud, Come! we know it; <br />thousand-eared night repeats that cry <br />across the sea shining between us<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-atthis-you-may-be-sure/
