
Sappho Slowly, the waves of the ocean sings their eternal song and gently the wet spring night envelops me. My soul is looking for you. Oh, come on little flock of girls! I want to drink your beauty. Give your wild hair to the wind, and put your oars in silence. My pale child, give me your mouth and fed my own crazy fires. As your red lips are refreshing. You have not learned how love still feels. And you, with your thick mane of red gold buckles flowing almost to your heels, like waves of flames, show me the lights that shine and sparkle of your eyes. You must not leave me, for you are as beautiful as the bright sun. And you two sister shy and slim as pale as the moonlight, with your quiet grief and your silent pains of love. With the marble splendor of your limbs shining like the smooth foam of the waves, and your hair at night, you're quieter than a dream. Oh bouquet of flowers! Oh, flock of girls!...