{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob146.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob146.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob146.htm","text":"I have long been lovely; the day is coming when I shall no longer be a woman. Then I'll know rending memories, burning solitary envies, and my tears will bathe my hands.\nIf life is a long dream, what use is there in resisting it? Now, four and five times every night I ask for amorous joy, and when my flanks are tired I fall asleep where'er my body lies.\nAt morning I raise my lids and I shiver in my hair. A dove is at my window; I ask it what month it may chance to be. It says: \"This is the month in which women are in love.\"\nAh, whatever month it be, the dove speaks truly, Kypris! And I throw my arms about my lover's neck, and trembling stretch my still torpid legs to the very foot of the tumbled bed.","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: III. Epigrams in the Isle of Cyprus...","type":"page"}