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

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PHAON

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PHILOMEL

Philomel in my garden,
Messenger sweet of springtide,
     From the bough of the olive tree utter
         Tidings ecstatic.

Linger long on thy olden
Note as in days remembered;
     Ere the Boatman that knew Aphrodite
         Ravished my vision.

Fatal glamor of beauty,
Beauty of Gods made mortal;
     Ah, before its delight I am ever
         Fearful of heaven.

Spring in breeze and the blossom,
Grasses and leaves and odors,
     On my heart with the breath of a vanished
         April is shaken;

Shaken with thrill and regret of
Lost caresses and kisses;
     Anactoria's memory, Atthis
         Never forgotten.

Philomel in my garden,
Messenger sweet of springtide,
     From the bough of the olive tree utter
         Tidings ecstatic.