
The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
When the moon at full on the sill of heaven
 Lights her beacon, flooding the earth with silver,
 All the shining stars that about her cluster
                Hide their fair faces;
So when Anactoria's beauty dazzles
 Sight of mine, grown dim with the joy it gives me,
 Gorgo, Atthis, Gyrinno, all the others
                Fade from my vision.