Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Alcaeus to Sappho

How sweet, when crimson colours dart        &nbspAcross a breast of snow, To see that you are in the heart        &nbspThat beats and throbs below. All Heaven is in a maiden's blush,        &nbspIn which the soul doth speak, That it was you who sent the flush        &nbspInto the maiden's cheek. Large steadfast eyes! eyes gently rolled        &nbspIn shades of changing blue, How sweet are they, if they behold        &nbspNo dearer sight than you. And, can a lip more richly glow,        &nbspOr be more fair than this? The world will surely answer, No!        &nbspI, Sappho, answer, Yes! Then grant one smile, tho' it should mean        &nbspA thing of doubtful birth; That I may say these eyes have seen        &nbspThe fairest face on earth!