Sacred Texts: The Classics

The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: Jealous Cares

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You must not dress your hair for fear the iron might burn your neck or singe your lovely locks. You'll let it rest upon your shoulders, and spread along your arms. You must not dress yourself, for fear your girdle might redden the fine-drawn lines about your hips.