That man, whoever he may be, <br />Who sits awhile to gaze on thee, <br />Hearing thy lovely laugh, thy speech, <br />Throned with the gods he seems to me; <br />For when a moment to mine eyes <br />Thy form discloses, silently <br />I stand consumed with fires that rise <br />Like flames around a sacrifice. <br />Sight have I none, bells out of tune <br />Ring in mine ears, my tongue lies dumb; <br />Paler than grass in later June, <br />Yet daring all <br />(To thee I come).<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-anactoria/
