MORISUK3

sappho, fr.2 
          	from heaven
          	come, come to me crefe,
          	to this your hallowed shrine,
          	thus charming apple grove,
          	allars with frankincense  perfumed; 
          	
          	chill water chatters among, the apple boughs
          	and roses cast their shade,
          	from rusting coruscating leaves
          	flows a deeper sleep
          	
          	meadows where horses graze
          	a drift of springtime flowers
          	a breath of gentle breezer,
          	
          	there, cyprian aphrodite, there pour nectar
          	into golden cups, softly,
          	mingling it with the mead 
          	of our joyful feasting...
          	

MORISUK3

sappho, fr.2 
          from heaven
          come, come to me crefe,
          to this your hallowed shrine,
          thus charming apple grove,
          allars with frankincense  perfumed; 
          
          chill water chatters among, the apple boughs
          and roses cast their shade,
          from rusting coruscating leaves
          flows a deeper sleep
          
          meadows where horses graze
          a drift of springtime flowers
          a breath of gentle breezer,
          
          there, cyprian aphrodite, there pour nectar
          into golden cups, softly,
          mingling it with the mead 
          of our joyful feasting...