Sad Sappho, poetess divine
lamenting over love’s lost line
laid down by steady hand and pen;
on Lesbos, where you matched the men
with luscious lines on sacred scrolls.
(Sweet stanzas soothing to our souls)
Sad Sappho, Aphrodite’s friend,
the fragments fate have let you send,
we treasure them as precious brand,
snatched from the fire on Grecian sand.
Unearthly verse, hallowed, sublime,
angelic, rare, romantic rhyme.
Sweet Sappho, muse with mouth divine,
O’er your lost lyrics, please don’t pine!