Here you will find thePoemIn Adorationof poet Sappho
Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth whose eyes may look on thee, Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody May still devour. Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm Has struck my soul with wild alarm, And, when I see thee, bids disarm Each vital power. Speechless I gaze: the flame within Runs swift o'er all my quivering skin: My eyeballs swim; with dizzy din My brain reels round; And cold drops fall; and tremblings frail Seize every limb; and grassy pale I grow; and then--together fail Both sight and sound.
