The moon has set and
The Pleiades have gone;
The night is half gone
And life speeds by.
I lie in bed, alone.
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Going to see Alcaeus, I met Kleis and she threw her arms around me and kissed me, saying:
“Mama, dear, it’s good to see you! How I miss you!”
I tried to hide my pleasure but my heart sang and I held her close, my body remembering hers, fingers slipping around the back of her neck, staying in her hair.
Pushing me aside, she exclaimed: