{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos58.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos58.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos58.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nSet, O Dica, garlands on thy lovely\n Glinting mass of fine and golden tresses,\n Sprays of dill with fingers soft entwining\n While I stand apart to better judge.\nThose who have fair wreaths about the forehead,\n Breathing brentheian odor to the senses,\n Ever first find favor with the Graces\n Who from wreathless suppliants turn away.\nDica, Mnasidica, thou art shapely\n With the flowing curves of Aphrodite;\n Eyes the color of her azure ocean\n Washing wide on Cyprus\u2019 languid shore.\nIn thy every movement grace unconscious\n Sways the rhythmic poem of thy body,\n Charming with elusive undulation\n Like a splendid lily in the wind.\nAs I stand apart to judge the better\n Fair effects that roses add to beauty,\n All thy rays of loveliness concentered\n Sun me till I swoon with swift desire.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Girl Friends: Mnasidica","type":"page"}