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The doves called one to another out of the evening gleam/gloom.
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A moon rose great over Lesbos, lowly & honey-pale,
While into the wounded silence there shivered a nightingale.
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But Cleis, daughter of Sappho, she knew not what it might be --
For her heart was bitter, bitter, with passionate memory.
