Leave Krete and come to this holy temple
where the graceful grove of apple trees
circles an altar smoking with frankincense.

Here roses leave shadows on the ground
and cold springs bubble through apple branches
where shuddering leaves pour down profound sleep.

In our meadow where horses graze and wild flowers of spring blossom, anise shoots fill the air with aroma.

And here, Queen Aphrodite, pour heavenly nectar into gold cups and fill them gracefully with sudden
joy.

Written by; Sappho, 630 B.C.
Translated by;W. Barnstone

Who was Sappho?