Come to me now too, and from tyrannous sorrow
Free me, and all things that my soul desires to
Have done, do for me, queen, and let thyself too
Be my great ally!
J. Addington Symonds, 1893.
Besides these complete versions—many others there are, but these are by far the best—compare the following stanza out of Akenside's Ode on Lyric Poetry (about 1745):—
But lo, to Sappho's melting airs
Descends the radiant queen of Love:
She smiles, and asks what fonder cares
Her suppliant's plaintive measures move: