ABSTRACT
Thou of Aeolian Eresus the Muse, Sweet pillow for all youthful loves to use, Sappho, with whom each Muse her honour shares On Helicon, for thine is breath like theirs,— Either with thee, his lifted torch in hand Hymen beside the nuptial couch doth stand, Or Cinyras' son thou mournest, Cypris' love, Looking upon the Blest One's holy Grove : Hail, Queen, as gods are hailed, or near or far, For daughters of the gods thy songs still are. 2 i.e. the book of her poems : cf. The Return from Parnassus, iii, 1, 63.
