Sappho! Even the name is sweet!
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It's honey-golden sound twines 'round
and 'round faint whisps of mem'ries fleet
that formed ere my life's thread was wound.
Methought the Helliconian springs
were dry and parched for ages long,
but in the whir of your whisper's wings,
I hear their sacred water's song.
Sappho! Who dares to speak of those
night veiled winds in sunlit glades!
The things that no-one speaks, but knows
sleep calmly in your verses shades.