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 | | The very metropolis of this lyric realm was Mitylene of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples, the sunlit silver of the fountains, the hyacinth gardens by a soft blue sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms to fluency. |
 | | Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered, studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age. |
 | | Above are the clouds and the white, pealing gulls, At its foot is the rough broken foam of the sea, 5 With ever anon the long deep muffled roar,-- A sigh from the fitful great heart of the world. |
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