Sappho — Hero Of Gyara

I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner;         Swifter far was she than Atalanta, When through clinging fleece of her wind-rippled         Garments blushed the glimmer of her limbs. I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner;         Lovelier was she than Atalanta, When the straining vision of the suitor         Saw her beauty mock impending death. I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner,         All the singing numbers of Terpander, Metres of Archilochus and Alcman,         And my melic verse that glows supreme. I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner,         Sapphics with their triple surge of music Melting in the final verse Adonic,         Like the foam fall of a spended wave.