Fragments 33, 57A, 44, 41, 70, 58 combined. <br /> <br />I loved thee, Atthis, — even thee! — <br /> <br />Ah, long ago! <br />As Aphrodite's handmaid bright <br />As gold wert thou then in my sight. <br />A very queen of love to me <br /> <br />Then didst thou show. <br />Fair gifts I sent thee — 'broidery <br />Of golden thread whose shimmering light <br />Flashed mid the purple on thy knee, <br /> <br />A gleam and glow. <br />Then I knew not thine heart aright: <br /> <br />But now I know! <br />Thou incarnate false inconstancy — <br /> <br />To whom I grow <br />A thing to hate! — thou takest flight <br />On wings of love to — who is she? <br />A rustic wench whose garments flow <br />About her heels ungracefully! <br /> <br />O yea, let thy false love requite <br />Andromeda's worship! Take delight <br />In her — thou who from my love's height <br />Hast sunk so low!<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-atthis-the-inconstant/
