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LITTLE CHILDREN<br />
The brook is nearly dry, the drying rushes perish in the mud; the air is burning,<br />
and far from the steep embankments a thin clear streamlet flows upon the sand.<br />
There it is from morn to night that little naked children come to play. They<br />
bathe, no higher than their calves, so sunken is the stream.<br />
But they tramp in the current and <strong>of</strong>ten slip upon the rocks, and little boys throw<br />
water upon little laughing girls.<br />
And when a company <strong>of</strong> passing merchants leads down their great white cattle to<br />
the sink, they cross their hands behind them, and watch the heavy beasts.<br />
STORIES<br />
I am beloved by little children; when they see me come they run to me and tug<br />
upon my tunic, and grasp my legs about with tiny arms.<br />
If they have gathered flowers, all are mine; if they have caught a beetle, they<br />
place it in my hand; if they have nothing, they fondle me and make me sit before<br />
them.<br />
Then they kiss me on the cheek, they rest their little heads upon my breasts; they<br />
supplicate me with their shining eyes. How well I know just what they mean to<br />
say!<br />
They mean: "<strong>Bilitis</strong> sweet, tell us again, for we are good, the story <strong>of</strong> the hero<br />
Perseus, or else how little Helle met her death." 39<br />
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