The moon sets; the stars fade; the midnight owl has flown;
the hours creep and she's afraid for Sappho sleeps alone.
She fears there is some shallow maid, some wretched girl unknown,
some artful charmer who has made poor Sappho's love her own;
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I do not see the best of all of Sppho's poem ....the one she describes a man near a friend of hers....φαίνηταί μοι κείνος ανήρ
I admire the sensitiveness of your verses , equally very nice as the greek fragments.
So beautifully linked all together!