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2 Say for what boon most with a frenzied longing

Yearns thy soul—say whom shall my glamour chaining

Hale thy love's thrall, Sappho?—and who is wronging

Thee with disdaining?

Who avoids thee soon shall be thy pursuer:

Ay, the gift-rejecter the giver shall now be:

Ay, the loveless now shall become the wooer,

Scornful shalt thou be!"

Once again come! Come, and my chains dissever,

Chains of heart-ache! Passionate longings rend me—

Oh fulfil them! Thou in the strife be ever

Near, to defend me!

Blest as Gods immortal is he, meseemeth,

Who, when thou dost witchingly speak, may hear thee,

Darling, while his gaze upon thine eyes dreameth,

Sitting anear thee,