There is a medlar-tree
by Sappho
Translated by Bliss Carman (1904) · From Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics, XIX
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.
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.