Immortal Sappho, maid divine,

Thou sharest with the heavenly nine

All honor. Shout through all the town

That on her head we place a crown.

Hasten with the chaplet green,

Greet her one and all as queen;

The Lesbian, a tenth muse we name,

And prophesy that her bright fame

Shall spread o’er all the world.

This title till the stars do fall,