Poems by Sappho

Like the sweet apple that reddens
At end of the bough--
Far end of the bough--
Left by the gat...

Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean,
Weary with longing for the boy that still
Remains a dr...

Then, as the broad moon rose on high,
The maidens stood the altar nigh;
And some in graceful...

The stars that round the Queen of Night Like maids attend her
Hide as in veils of mist...

The stars around the fair moon fade
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the glade
A...

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry;
Oh! If you felt the pain ...

I've a garden, a garden of dreams, Where the cool breeze whispering sways
Softly the ...

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee ...