The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com

p. 36

ASPIRATION

I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,
  I do not dream to do almighty things;
So small a singing bird may never soar so high,
  To beat the sapphire fire with baffled wings.

I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,
  I do not dream by any chance to share
With deathless Gods the bliss of Paphos they deny
  To men behind the azure veil of air.