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.
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Yours With Love DISCONTINUED (Lesbian Poetry) (Girlxgirl) (Womanxwoman)
PoetryA collection of Ancient Greek poetry by Sappho, scoured from all corners of the internet and compiled into a single book. *** Sappho is among the canon of the Nine Lyric Poets, who are held in high regard by the scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria. ...
