"and lovely laughing - Oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
For when I look at you, even a moment,
no speaking is left in me

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin and in eyes
no sight and drumming
fills ears

and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead - or almost
I seem to me"
- Sappho