

The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
Golden-Throned Muse, sing the song that in olden
 Days was sung of love and delight in Teos,
 In the goodly land of the lovely women:
                Strains that in other
Years the hoary bard with the youthful fancy
 Set to mirthful stir of flutes, when the dancing
 Nymphs that poured the wine for the poet's banquet
                Mixed it with kisses;
Sing the song while I, in the arms of Atthis,
 Seal her lips to mine with a lover's fervor,
 Breathe her breath and drink her sighs to the honeyed
                Lull of the melics.