{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob073.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob073.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob073.htm","text":"We are resting, our eyes closed; the quietude is great about our bed. Ineffable summer nights! But she, thinking that I sleep, puts her warm hand on my arm.\nShe murmurs: \"Bilitis, are you asleep?\" My heart pounds, but without answering I breathe as calmly as a sleeping woman in her dreams. Then she begins to speak:\n\"Since you cannot hear me,\" she says, \"Ah! how I love you!\" And she repeats my name: \"Bilitis . . . Bilitis . . . \" And she strokes me with the tips of trembling fingers:\n\"This mouth is mine! and mine alone! Is there another in the world as lovely? Ah! my happiness, my happiness! These naked arms are mine, this neck, this hair. . .\"","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Night Words","type":"page"}