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Rh Whose fire only floods all-embracing

Could cool, as they rocked you in sleep!

Hereafter for others her emblem shall bloom:

For others shall be the delusion,

The torturing doubt, the despair;

But you, cradled deep mid the waters,

Naught heeding of ebb-tide or flowing,

Your heart pulsing not with their pulsing,—

You, Sappho, untroubled shall rest.