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Fragment of Sappho.

I.BLESS'D as the immortal gods is he,The youth who fondly sits by thee,And hears and sees thee all the whileSoftly speak and sweetly smile. 4
II.'Twas this depriv'd my soul of rest,And rais'd such tumults in my breast;For while I gaz'd, in transport toss'd,My breath was gone, my voice was lost. 8
III.My bosom glow'd; the subtle flameRan quick through all my vital frame;O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung,My ears with hollow murmurs rung. 12

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