Sapphics: The Muses

Ω θεόί, πίς ἆρα Κύπρις, ἢ τίς ἱμερος τοῦδε ξνυήψατο. — Sophocles. p. 2 SAPPHICS p. 3 THE MUSES Hither now, O Muses, leaving the golden House of God unseen in the azure spaces, Come and breathe on bosom and brow and kindle Song like the sunglow; Come and lift my shaken soul to the sacred Shadow cast by Helicon's rustling forests; Sweep on wings of flame from the middle ether, Seize and uplift me; Thrill my heart that throbs with unwonted fervor, Chasten mouth and throat with immortal kisses, Till I yield on maddening heights the very Breath of my body.