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SAPPHO.
THREE EPITAPHS.
XXVIII.
118.
On one consecrated to holy service, who died young.
I am voiceless, yet speaketh my sepulchre for me with voice undying.
If one ask of me, maidens, I lay at your feet what story is mine:—
Aristo to Artemis vowed me in infancy, sanctifying
Her babe—she, Hermoclides' daughter, of old Saonaïades' line.
O Queen of all women, thy servant was she: to her prayers replying
Graciously, deign thou to honour our house with favour benign.
119.
On a girl who died on the eve of her marriage.
Lo the dust of young Timas. Ere dawned her day of espousals upon her,
Death claimed her: her bridal-bower was Persephone's mansion of gloom.
