{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob016.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob016.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob016.htm","text":"I bathed alone in the stream in the wood. I must have frightened the poor na\u00efads, for I could scarcely see them far away in the dark water.\nI called to them. To mimic them I plaited iris blossoms, black as my hair, about my neck, twined with knots of yellow gilly-flowers.\nWith a long floating weed, I made myself a green girdle, and to see it I pressed my breasts and inclined my head a little.\nAnd I called: \"Na\u00efads! na\u00efads! play with me, be nice.\" But the na\u00efads are transparent, and perhaps I even caressed their lissom arms, unknowing!","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: The Stream in the Wood","type":"page"}