I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago When the great oleanders were in flower In the broad herded meadows full of sun. And we would often at the fall of dusk Wander together by the silver stream, When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew And purple misted in the fading light, And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice, And the superb magnificence of love— The loneliness that saddens solitude, And the sweet speech that makes it durable, The bitter longing and the keen desire, The sweet companionship through quiet days In the slow ample beauty of the world And the unutterable glad release Within the temple of the holy night; O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago In that fair perished summer by the sea. [88] Cf. Miss Shields, “_Lesbos in the Trojan War_,” in _The Classical Jour._, XIII. 670 ff. (1918); _The Cults of Lesbos_ (Johns Hopkins University Diss.) 1917. [89] Cf. _Transactions and Proceedings of the American Philological Association_, LIII. xvi (1922). [90] For Mnesidice Edmonds would now read Anactoria. There is a good metrical translation by G. M. Whicher in Manatt, _Aegean Days_, London, 1913, p. 286. [91] _Odes_, I. 3. 22. [92] O’Hara renders as follows: Gold is the son of Zeus, Immortal, bright; Nor moth nor worm may eat it, Nor rust tarnish. So are the Muse’s gifts The offspring fair, That merit from high heaven Youth eternal. [93] These may be vases in the form of an _astragalus_ or knuckle-bone, two or three of which in clay are to be seen in museums, or they may be bowls or cups with the bottom rounded like one end of a knuckle-bone. They might be bowls with a mid-boss in the form of a knuckle-bone. For such gold-bossed golden bowls as Pollux (VI, 98) mentions in the context of this quotation see the recently acquired beautiful gold bowl with a Corinthian inscription of about Sappho’s time in the Boston Museum, which, however, is probably a modern forgery. Cf. _Bulletin, Boston Museum of Fine Arts_, XX. 65 ff. (1922).