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If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho by Sappho
Children astray to their mothers, and goats to the herd,
Sheep to the shepherd, through twilight the wings of the bird,
All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold,
All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold.
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       Irie c, danica smith, What4221, Jean, Helena and 11 others
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