{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob010.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob010.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob010.htm","text":"One evening, as I sat before my door, a young man passed me by. He looked at me, I turned away. He spoke to me, I did not answer him.\nHe would have come nearer. I took a scythe that leaned against the wall and should have split his cheek had he advanced one pace.\nThen, stepping back a little, he began to smile, and blew across his hand, saying: \"A kiss for you.\" I screamed and wept. My mother ran to me,\nAnxiously, thinking I had been stung by a scorpion. I cried, \"He kissed me.\" My mother kissed me too, and bore me off in her arms.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Pedestrian","type":"page"}