Sappho fragment 31

Sappho, Fragment 31: Peer of any god to me he appears there-anyone who, facing you, near, can answer music so mellifluous as your voice, or steadily hear this laughter so delightful, which my heart shivers cruelly in its cage with furious claws. But catch my eye, my love, and, captive, my voice can never escape me: utterly my tongue by beauty is shattered, gossamer flames gallop under my frost-cold flesh, my waking eyes black nothings behold, my ears quake with thunder, sweat down forelock rains and shuddering seizes all my wretched body-- sickly green takes my skin like a spring glade, and I appear wounded (mortally almost)...