The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com

p. 82

GOLDEN PULSE

Golden pulse grew on the shore,
  Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
  Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring
  Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
  To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,
  Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
  Honey nor the bee.