{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos39.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos39.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos39.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nFrom the gnarled branches of the apple trees\n The heavy petals, lifted by the breeze,\n Fluttered on puffs of odor fine and fell\n In the clear water of the garden well;\nAnd some a bolder zephyr blew in sport\n Across the marble reaches of my court,\n And some by sudden gusts were wafted wide\n Toward sea and city, down the mountain side.\nLesbos seemed Paphos, isled in rosy glow,\n Green olive hills, the violet vale below;\n The air was azure fire and o\u2019er the blue\n Still sea the doves of Aphrodite flew.\nMy dreaming eyes saw Eros from afar\n Coming from heaven in his mother's car,\n In purple tunic clad; and at my heart\n The God-was aiming his relentless dart.\nHe whom fair Aphrodite called her son,\n She, the adored, she, the imperial One;\n He passed as winds that shake the soul, as pains\n Sweet to the heart, as fire that warms the veins;\nHe passed and left my limbs dissolved in dew,\n Relaxed and faint, with passion quivered through;\n Exhausted with spent thrills of dread delight,\n A sudden darkness rushing on my sight.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Erotika: Dithyrambs: Eros","type":"page"}