To One Who Loved Not Poetry Poem by Sappho

To One Who Loved Not Poetry

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THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind
Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind
The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom
Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.

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