Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Night

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And now 'tis I who seek him. Each night I softly steal from out the house, and travel by a long and devious path unto his meadow, there to watch him sleep. Sometimes I stay a long time, never speaking, happy just to see him; just to kiss his breath I bend my lips unto his own.

The Songs of Bilitis: I. Bucolics In Pamphylia: Night

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