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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
To the Beloved
By Sappho (fl. c. 610–580 B.C.)
 
Translation of Thomas Davidson

I HOLD him as the gods above,
  The man who sits before thy feet,
  And, near thee, hears thee whisper sweet,
And brighten with the smiles of love.
 
Thou smiledst: like a timid bird        5
  My heart cowered fluttering in its place.
  I saw thee but a moment’s space,
And yet I could not frame a word.
 
My tongue was broken; ’neath my skin
  A subtle flame shot over me;        10
  And with my eyes I could not see;
My ears were filled with whirling din.
 
And then I feel the cold sweat pour,
  Through all my frame a trembling pass;
  My face is paler than the grass:        15
To die would seem but little more.
 
 
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