{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos01.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos01.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos01.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nWho shall strike the wax of mystery from those priceless amphora, and give to the unsophisticated nostrils of the average reader the ravishing bouquet of wine pressed in a garden in Mitylene, twenty-five centuries ago?\u2014MAURICE THOMPSON.\nThen to me so lying awake a vision\n Came without sleep over the seas and touched me,\n Softly touched mine eyelids and lips; and I, too,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Full of the vision,\nSaw the white implacable Aphrodite,\n Saw the hair unbound and the feet unsandalled\n Shine as fire of sunset on western waters;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Saw the reluctant\nFeet, the straining plumes of the doves that drew her,\n Looking always, looking with necks reverted\n Back to Lesbos, back to the hills whereunder\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shone Mitylene.\n\u2014SWINBURNE.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Prologue","type":"page"}