
The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
Artisans, raise high the roof beam!
 Tall is the bridegroom as Ares,
 Taller by far than the tallest,
             O Hymenæus!
Ay! towering over his fellows,
 As over men of all other
 Lands towers the Lesbian singer,
             O Hymenæus!
Well-favored, too, is the maiden,
 Eyes that are sweeter than honey,
 Fair both in face and in figure,
             O Hymenæus!
For there was never another
 Virgin in loveliness like her,
 By Aphrodite so honored,
             O Hymenæus!
O happy bridegroom, the wedding
 Comes to the point of completion;
 Thou hast the maid of thy choosing,
             O Hymenæus!
See how a paleness suffuses
 Soft oer her exquisite features,
 Passion's benign premonition,
             O Hymenæus!
Go to the couch unreluctant,
 Rejoicing and sweet to the bridegroom;
 He in his turn is rejoicing,
             O Hymenæus!
May Hesperus lead thee, and Hera,
 She whom to-night that ye honor,
 Silver-throned Goddess of marriage,
             O Hymenæus!