
The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
While charming maids plait garlands for thy brows,
 Larichus, bring the pledge for this carouse
 Like lovely Ganymede, brother mine,
 And cool from thy patera pour the wine.
Thy slender limbs have all a Satyr's grace,
 Hylas, the Wood-God, dimples in thy face;
 These maids of mine, beloved and loving me,
 My dreams have made thy Nymphs to sport with thee.
I heard fair Mitylene's plaudits cease
 Oer Lykas, Menon and Dinnomenes;
 And hail thy beauty worthy of the prize,
 Cupbearer to the council of the wise.
No noble youth the prytaneum holds,
 Whose graceful form the purple tunic folds
 Can match with thee, when on affairs of state
 All Lesbos gathers with the wise and great.