The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]
| Ω θεόί, πίς ἆρα Κύπρις, ἢ τίς ἱμερος τοῦδε ξνυήψατο. — Sophocles. |
Hither now, O Muses, leaving the golden
House of God unseen in the azure spaces,
Come and breathe on bosom and brow and kindle
Song like the sunglow;
Come and lift my shaken soul to the sacred
Shadow cast by Helicon's rustling forests;
Sweep on wings of flame from the middle ether,
Seize and uplift me;
Thrill my heart that throbs with unwonted fervor,
Chasten mouth and throat with immortal kisses,
Till I yield on maddening heights the very
Breath of my body.