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An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A dreaming of the world.
Round it, for castle-wall,
A shell is guarding it well.
Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is
Patience.
It's no use Mother dear,
I can't finish my weaving.
You may blame Aphrodite
soft as she is,she has almost
killed me with love for that boy.
Sapphotr Barnard.
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