{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob068.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob068.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob068.htm","text":"She sleeps in her undone hair, her hands entwined behind her neck. But does she dream? Her lips are parted and her breath is gentle.\nWith a little dab of down I dry, without awakening her, the perspiration from her arms, the fever from her cheeks. Her closed eyelids are two purple flowers.\nI shall arise quietly; I'll go draw water, milk the cow, and beg some fire from our neighbors. I want to be coiffed and dressed completely when she opens her eyes.\nSleep, remain awhile between her lovely curving lashes, and spin out the happy night with a dream of happy omen.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: The Sleeper","type":"page"}