TRANSLATION
OF A RECENTLY DISCOVERED FRAGMENT[[1]] OF A POEM BY SAPPHO.
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BY G. HILL.
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Thou’rt like the apple—maiden young and fair—
That sees its fellows gathered, one by one,
While, on the topmost bough, though ripe and rare,
It unmolested sits and blooms alone:
Forgotten? No—a mark for every eye,