{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob021.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob021.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob021.htm","text":"I am beloved by little children; when they see me come they run to me and tug upon my tunic, and grasp my legs about with tiny arms.\nIf they have gathered flowers, all are mine; if they have caught a beetle, they place it in my hand; if they have nothing, they fondle me and make me sit before them.\nThen they kiss me on the cheek, they rest their little heads upon my breasts; they supplicate me with their shining eyes. How well I know just what they mean to say!\nThey mean: \"Bilitis sweet, tell us again, for we are good, the story of the hero Perseus, or else how little Helle met her death.\" 39","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Stories","type":"page"}