LEST as the immortal gods is he, <br />The youth who fondly sits by thee, <br />And hears and sees thee, all the while, <br />Softly speaks and sweetly smile. <br /> <br />'Twas this deprived my soul of rest, <br />And raised such tumults in my breast; <br />For, while I gazed, in transport tossed, <br />My breath was gone, my voice was lost; <br /> <br />My bosom glowed; the subtle flame <br />Ran quick through all my vital frame; <br />O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; <br />My ears with hollow murmurs rung; <br /> <br />In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; <br />My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: <br />My feeble pulse forgot to play; <br />I fainted, sunk, and died away. <br /><br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-loved-one/
