{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos63.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos63.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos63.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nIt was when the sunset\n Burned with saffron fire,\n And Apollo's coursers\n Turned below the hills,\nThat on Mitylene's\n Marble bridge we met,\n Gongyla, thou golden\n Maid of Colophon.\nLike the breath of morning\n Or a breeze from sea,\n Fresh thy beauty smote me,\n Virile of the north.\nStartled by thy vision,\n Transports half divine\n Flooded veins and bosom,\n Shook me with desire.\nSoon the kinder sunglow\n Of \u00c6olic lands\n Melted all the futile\n Snows about thy heart.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Girl Friends: Gongyla","type":"page"}