For wine and love in Sappho's isle. —Anon.
Anacreon. (Book xiii. § 72, p. 955.)
Anacreon.—Spirit of love, whose tresses shine
Along the breeze in golden twine;
Come, within a fragrant cloud,
Blushing with light, thy votary shroud;
And, on those wings that sparkling play,
Waft, oh! waft me hence away!
Love! my soul is full of thee,