Sappho — Aspiration

I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,         I do not dream to do almighty things; So small a singing bird may never soar so high,         To beat the sapphire fire with baffled wings. I do not think with my two arms to touch the sky,         I do not dream by any chance to share With deathless Gods the bliss of Paphos they deny         To men behind the azure veil of air.