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How soon will all my lovely days be over,

And I no more be found beneath the sun—

Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,

Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,

Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5

Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along

The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray

And harmless shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!

For I am eager, and the flame of life

Burns quickly in the fragile lamp of clay. 10

Passion and love and longing and hot tears

Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon

A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,

And I be no more found in the fair world,

For all the search of the revolving moon 15

And patient shine of everlasting stars.