Here you will find thePoemOde To Anactoriaof poet Sappho
That man, whoever he may be, Who sits awhile to gaze on thee, Hearing thy lovely laugh, thy speech, Throned with the gods he seems to me; For when a moment to mine eyes Thy form discloses, silently I stand consumed with fires that rise Like flames around a sacrifice. Sight have I none, bells out of tune Ring in mine ears, my tongue lies dumb; Paler than grass in later June, Yet daring all (To thee I come).
