X. Honeybee

FRAGMENTS 54 Afraid of losing you I ran fluttering Like a little girl After her mother 55 It is clear now Neither honey nor The honeybee is To be mine again 77 Strange to say Those whom I treated Well are those who do Me the most injury now 59 I said, Sappho Enough! Why Try to move A hard heart? 96 The gods bless you May you sleep then On some tender Girlfriend's breast