To A Girl In A Garden

O soft and dainty maiden, from afar
I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move,
And pluck them, singing.

More golden than all gold your tresses are:
Never was harp-note like your voice, my love,
Your voice sweet-ringing.

by Sappho

Comments (18)

Story of red rose and white rose is beautifully compared and presented in this excellent poem. Love motivates and bring opportunity for learning.
Beautiful truth written so well, one can almost smell the roses.
Nice poem
Roses (may be red, white or cream-white) carry with them our emotions and feelings to a loved one. Nicely presented. Thanks.
Love this.....
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