The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, , at sacred-texts.com
Violet-weaving Sappho, pure and lovely,
Softly-smiling Sappho, I would utter
Something that my secret hope has cherished,
Did no painful sense of shame deter me.
Had the impulse of thy heart been honest,
It had urged no evil supplication;
Shame had not abashed thy eyes before me,
And thy words had done thee no dishonor.
Softly-smiling Sappho, longing bids me
Tell thee all that in my heart lies hidden.
Have no fear, Alcæus, to offend me!
Thy emotion stirs my heart to pity.
I desire thee, violet-weaving Sappho!
Love thee madly, softly-smiling Sappho!
Hush, Alcæus! thou must choose a younger
Comrade for thy couch, for I would never
Join thy years to minethe Gods forbid it
Youth and ardent fire to age and ashes.