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My Garden
by: Sappho (c. 610-570 B.C.)
translated by Arthur S. Way
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I've a garden, a garden of dreams,
Where the cool breeze whispering sways
Softly the apple-sprays,
And from leaves that shimmer and quiver
Down on mine eyelids streams
A slumber-river.
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