To A Bride Poem by Sappho

To A Bride

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Bride, around whom the rosy leaves are flying,
Sweet image of the Cyprian undying,
The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying,
Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing.
May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee,
And Hera of the silver throne bend o'er thee.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 04 July 2017

There is not any poem or gragment in Sappgo's saved like this or with such a content.

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Thog don''t care. 29 November 2018

You are wrong, human.

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