Sappho — To Alcæus

Countless are the cups thou drainest In thy hymns to Dionysos,                         O Alcæus! War and wine alone thou singest;— Whereforenot of Aphrodite,                         O Alcæus! Spacious halls are thine where many Trophies hang in Ares' honor,                         O Alcæus! Brazen shields and shining helmets, Plates of brass, Chalcidian broad-swords,                         O Alcæus! When with winter roars the Thracian North wind through the leafless forest,                         O Alcæus! Thou dost heap the fire and banish Care with many a tawny goblet,                         O Alcæus!