
The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com
Thou burnest us, Megara,
 With thy passions wild;
 Bringing from Panormus
 Such unbridled fires.
Thou burnest us, a supple
 Flow of tortured flame,
 Raging, biting, searing,
 Lawless of the will.
Thou burnest us, Megara,
 Love must know reserve,
 Curbing power to keep it
 Keener for restraint.