{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob022.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob022.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob022.htm","text":"Our mothers carried us together, and tonight Melissa, my dearest friend, was married. The roses still are lying on the road; the torches still are flaming, flaming. . .\nAnd I return by the same path with mother, and I dream. Thus, what she is today, I also might have been. Have I grown up so soon?\nThe cortege and the flutes, the marriage song; the flowered carriage of the bridegroom, all these pomps some other night will spread themselves about me, among the olive branches.\nJust as Melissa now, I shall disrobe myself before a man and taste of love by night, and later still small babes will feed upon my swollen breasts.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Her Frien...","type":"page"}