The Storm - Alcæus of Mytilene

Now here, now there, the wild waves sweep,

Whilst we, betwixt them o'er the deep,

In shatter'd tempest-beaten bark,

With laboring ropes are onward driven,

A royal epitaph - Eshmunazar II

I have departed hence,

And am no more forever.

Like the day I vanished,

Hath my spirit faded from the world,

And my voice

Ceased from sounding in the ears of men.

Sapho's Ode out of Longinus - Sappho

                            I
   The Gods are not more blest than he,
Who fixing his glad Eyes on thee,
With thy bright Rays his Senses chears,
And drinks with ever thirsty ears.
The charming Musick of thy Tongue,
Does ever hear, and ever long;
That sees with more than humane Grace,
Sweet smiles adorn thy Angel Face.

Invocation of Ireland - Amergin Glúingel

I request the land of Ireland (to come forth)
coursed is the wild sea
wild the crying mountains
crying the generous woods

Some an army of horsemen - Sappho

Some an army of horsemen, some an army on foot
and some say a fleet of ships is the loveliest sight
on this dark earth; but I say it is what—
ever you desire:

The Mystery - Amergin Glúingel

I am the wind which breathes upon the sea,
I am the wave of the ocean,

Come to me here - Sappho

Come to me here from Crete,
To this holy temple, where
Your lovely apple grove stands,
And your altars that flicker
With incense.

Like the very gods - Sappho

Like the very gods in my sight is he who
sits where he can look in your eyes, who listens
close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness
          murmur in love and