#156
Far more sweet-sounding than my lyre
Golder than gold is your honey-toned voice
When I hear the sound, O, my heart does rejoice
It kindles within me, evermore, divine desire
When will we be together I beseech you to know
As you travel o’er the wondrous world where I want to go
I’m left on this lonely island, my lovely Lesbos,
With only young maidens to teach the fine art
Of wooing and winning a mate, while most
Shall succeed, I can’t get you out of my heart
It’s thee I want for me eternally
How long will I have to wait
You always determine my fate
As I look out to the sea, diurnally
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