{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob013.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob013.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob013.htm","text":"Nymphs of the woods and fountains, beneficent friends, oh! here I am. Do not hide yourselves, but come to my aid, for I am sorely overburdened by the weight of so many plucked flowers.\nI shall choose from among you a poor hamadryad with lifted arms, and into her leafy hair I'll thrust my heaviest rose.\nSee! I have taken so many from the fields that I shall never be able to carry them home, unless you make me up a huge bouquet. If you refuse, take care:\nYesterday I saw the nymph whose hair is tinted orange served like a beast by the satyr Lamprosathes, and I shall denounce the shameless creature.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Flowers","type":"page"}