Here you will find the Poem To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho of poet Sappho
Rushing war-hosts, horsemen or foot or galleys ? These doth one call, those doth another, fairest Sights on earth: I say that my love of all is Sweetest and rarest. Hear the proof, which lightly, I wot, convinces: ? 'Mid the comely, Helen would fain discover One without peer, and of the goodly princes Chose for her lover Him who brought the glory of Troy to ruin! Reckless all of parent and child, she lavished On the alien love for her own undoing; Troyward was ravished. Anactoria ? she who contemns the blessing Near at hand, is like to a reed wind-shaken. Such are you! ? love held in secure possessing You have forsaken. Her whose footfall's music myself had rather Hear, and see her face in its beauty beaming. Than to gaze where horsemen and footmen gather Panoply-gleaming. What is best is set above man's attaining; Yet, if Fortune smiled on us once, 'tis better To recall with prayer and with upward-straining Than to forget her.
