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VARIATIONS OF GREEK THEMES
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For you had nothing but your looks,
And you would never read my books.

So now you'll hate yourself, and hide
Where most ignoble shades abide;
But I'll, not make your spirit sad,
For you are dead now—and I'm glad.


VI

DORICHA

(Posidippus)

So now the very bones of you are gone
Where they were dust and ashes long ago;
And there was the last ribbon you tied on
To bind your hair, and that is dust also;
And somewhere there is dust that was of old
A soft and scented garment that you wore—
The same that once till dawn did closely fold
You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more.

But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song,
Will make your name a word for all to learn,
And all to love thereafter, even while
It's but a name; and this will be as long
As there are distant ships that will return
Again to your Naucratis and the Nile.