Fragments From Alcaeus
H
Henry Alford
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I. The air--god raineth: through the sky
The air--god raineth: through the sky
Comes down the tempest mightily;
The streams are thick with solid ice:
Keep down the winter;--pile up more
Upon the fire, and largely pour
The honey--mellowed wine;
And round our temples let the soft wool twine.
II. Dark--tressèd, chaste, and mildly--smiling Sappho.
Dark--tressèd, chaste, and mildly--smiling Sappho.
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