ODE TO A LOVED ONE
- LEST as
the immortal gods is he,
- The youth who fondly sits by thee,
- And hears and sees thee, all the while,
- Softly speaks and sweetly smile.
- 'Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
- And raised such tumults in my breast;
- For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
- My breath was gone, my voice was lost;
- My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
- Ran quick through all my vital frame;
- O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
- My ears with hollow murmurs rung;
- In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
- My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
- My feeble pulse forgot to play;
- I fainted, sunk, and died away.
POEMS BY SAPPHO
This English translation, by Ambrose
Philips, of 'Ode To a Loved One' is reprinted from Greek Poets
in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton. Cambridge: The
Riverside Press, 1893.