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Is the day long,

O Lesbian maiden,

And the night endless

In thy lone chamber

In Mitylene?

All the bright day,

Until welcome evening

When the stars kindle

Over the harbour,

What tasks employ thee?

Passing the fountain

At golden sundown,

One of the home-going

Traffickers, hast thou

Thought of thy lover?

Nay, but how far

Too brief will the night be,

When I returning

To the dear portal

Hear my own heart beat!