It was you, Atthis, who said ``Sappho, if you will not get up and let us look at you I shall never love you again! ``Get up, unleash your suppleness, lift off your Chian nightdress and, like a lily leaning into ``a spring, bathe in the water. Cleis is bringing your best pruple frock and the yellow ``tunic down from the clothes chest; you will have a cloak thrown over you and flowers crowning your hair... ``Praxinoa, my child, will you please roast nuts for our breakfast? One of the gods is being good to us: ``today we are going at last into Mitylene, our favorite city, with Sappho, loveliest ``of its women; she will walk among us like a mother with all her daughters around her ``when she comes home from exile...'' But you forget everything Sappho tr. Barnard