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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
from Sappho’s Song
Leticia Elizabeth Landon
Farewell, my lute, and would that I
Had never waked thy burning chords!
Poison has been upon thy sigh,
And fever has breathed in thy words.
Yet wherefore, wherefore should I blame
Thy power, thy spell, my gentlest lute?
I should have been the wretch I am
Had every chord of thine been mute.
It was my evil star above,
Not my sweet lute that wrought me wrong;
It was not song that taught me love,
But it was love that taught me song.
posted by gbarto at 10:23 PM
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