PagineSoftly the wind moves through the radiant morning
by Sappho
Translated by Bliss Carman (1904) · From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics, LXV
Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning,
And the warm sunlight sinks into the valley,
Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,
Strength, and fulfilment.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy,
Through the soul and substance of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.