Thy soul <br />Grown delicate with satieties, <br />Atthis. <br />O Atthis, <br />I long for thy lips. <br />I long for thy narrow breasts, <br />Thou restless, ungathered.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/greek-title-3/
