RETURN
O, my darling rose,
put on your milk-white gown. I want
you to come back quickly. For my
desire feeds on
your beauty. Each time I see your gown
I am made weak and happy. I too
blamed the Cyprian. Now I pray
she will not seek
revenge, but may she soon allow
you, to come to me
again: you whom of all women
I most desire.
Sappho