You know the place: then

To the young bird the parent’s brooding wings,The welcome stall to the o’erlabored steer;Whate’er our household gods protect of dear,Are gathered round us by thy look of rest;Thou bring’st the child too to its mother’s breast.

are unbecmoming ina poet’s household?and that they are notsuitable in ours?[Note: ‘A poet’s household’ is more litterally one ‘dedicated to the Muses.’]

All things that morning has scattered with fingers of gold,All things thou bringest, O Evening! at last to the fold.

Girls take their placesas though around an altar

With thy soft hands, for so a maiden standsAccepted of the gods, whose eyes divineAre turned away from her–though fair as MayShe waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine.

kerchief shadowedyour cheeks — the oneTimas one time sent,a timid gift, allthe way from PhocaeaSapphotr. Barnard

For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!For the rose, ho, the rose! is the eye of the flowers,Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair,Is the lightning of beauty that strikes through the bowersOn pale lovers that sit…

For Adonis — woe for Adonis, woe!Thus wailed Aphrodite in anguish-throe,As she strove to hold him back from death:‘Let thine heart not faint, O love! Be strong!O me, it burns me, thy failing breath!It kindles through all my being a fire!My heart is aflame with despairing desire!’She calls to her Eros of golden wing,She bids…

With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spiritLady, not longer!Hear anew the voice! O hear and listen!Come, as in that island dawn thou camest,Billowing in thy yoked car to SapphoForth from thy father’sGolden house in pity! … I remember:Fleet and fair thy sparrows drew thee, beatingFast their wings above the dusky harvests,Down the pale…

to be honred: theytaught me their craft

and bittersweetthat loosenerof limbs, Lovereptile-likestrikes me down

The bed awaits thee; go, and with him lying,Give to the groom thy sweetness, softly sighing.May Hesperus in gladness pass before thee,And Hera of the silver throne bend o’er thee.