

The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
Countless are the cups thou drainest
 In thy hymns to Dionysos,
                O Alcæus!
War and wine alone thou singest;
 Wherefore not of Aphrodite,
                O Alcæus!
Spacious halls are thine where many
 Trophies hang in Ares honor,
                O Alcæus!
Brazen shields and shining helmets,
 Plates of brass, Chalcidian broad-swords,
                O Alcæus!
When with winter roars the Thracian
 North wind through the leafless forest,
                O Alcæus!
Thou dost heap the fire and banish
 Care with many a tawny goblet,
                O Alcæus!