04-19-2022, 02:49 PM
In whose thoughts I awoke
What is love, but the glow
in the olive groves of Mytilene
from summers past,
evanescent as a face,
languorous, like the laughter
of nymphs in the woods,
with their lilac and orange tresses
falling to the waist.
Slender she was, and young,
in whose thoughts I awoke
dreaming I spake with the Daughter of Cyprus.*
https://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos13.htm
What is love, but the glow
in the olive groves of Mytilene
from summers past,
evanescent as a face,
languorous, like the laughter
of nymphs in the woods,
with their lilac and orange tresses
falling to the waist.
Slender she was, and young,
in whose thoughts I awoke
dreaming I spake with the Daughter of Cyprus.*
https://www.sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos13.htm