
The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
What bucolic maiden
 Now thy heart bewitches,
 O my Andromeda
 Of the strange amours?
Round her awkward ankles
 She has not the faintest
 Sense of art to draw her
 Long ungraceful tunic.
Yet she surely makes thee,
 O my Andromeda,
 For thy sweet unlawful
 Love a fair requital.
Joy and praise attend thee,
 In thy keen perceptive
 Taste for beauty, daughter
 Of Polyanax!