{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob043.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob043.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob043.htm","text":"\"The night is so deep that it creeps between my eyelids. --You will never find the path. You'll be lost within the wood.\n--The noise of falling waters fills my ears. --You would not hear the murmurs of your lover though he should be but twenty steps away.\n--The odor of the flowers is so strong that I shall faint and fall upon the path. --You would not feel him should he cross your road.\n--Ah! though he is so far from here, across the very mountain, I see him and I hear him and I feel him touching me.\"","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Song","type":"page"}