You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts
sacred to you; incense
smokes on the altar, cold
streams murmur through the
apple branches, a young
rose thicket shades the ground
and quivering leaves pour
down deep sleep; in meadows
where horses have grown sleek
among spring flowers, dill
scents the air. Queen! Cyprian!
Fill our gold cups with love
stirred into clear nectar
You Know The Place: Then
Sappho
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Poem topics: I love you, rose, sleep, spring, deep, young, place, clear, apple, cold, queen, gold, nectar, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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