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XLVII
Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,
I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
XLVII
Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,
I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
Sappho
