Frankly I wish I were dead. When she left, she wept.

A great deal; she said to me, "This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."

I said, "Go, and be happy but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love"

"If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared"

"All the violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck"

"Myrrh poured on your head and on soft mats, girls with all that they most wished for beside them"

"While no voices chanted choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song..."

Written by; Sappho, 630 B.C.
Translated by; M. Bernard

Who was Sappho?