Normale Version: Doricha (Posidippus)
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Doricha (Posidippus)

So now the very bones of you are gone
Where they were dust and ashes long ago;
and there was the last ribbon you tied on
To bind your hair, and that is dust also;

And somewhere there is dust that was of old
A soft and scented garment that you wore –
The same that once till dawn did closely fold
You in with fair Charaxus, fair no more.

But Sappho, and the white leaves of her song,
Will make your name a word for all to learn,
And all to love thereafter, even while

It’s but a name; and this will be as long
As there are distant ships that will return
Again to Naucratis and to the Nile.