One Girl by Sappho

One Girl by Sappho, translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Christina Rossetti’s (internal link) brother translates a lyric from,”The Isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung.”

One Girl

Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.

Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

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