Lieder songs; The songs of Sappho from fragments of the lost poems of Sappho

Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the unflinching truth.

Love is so frail a thing,
A word, a look, will kill.
Oh lovers, have a care
How ye do deal with love.

When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And question of my pilot old, 
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!

There is a medlar tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a pleasant sound.

And when the evening comes,
We sit there together in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.

     In the apple boughs the coolness
Murmurs, and the grey leaves flicker
Where sleep wanders.
     In the garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering footfall
Through the twilight.

Soft was the wind in the beech-trees;
Low was the surf on the shore;
In the blue dusk one planet
Like a great sea-pharos shone.

But nothing to me were the sea-sounds,
The wind and the yellow star,
When over my breast the banner
Of your golden hair was spread.