Hero, of Gyara

The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910], at sacred-texts.com

p. 37

HERO, OF GYARA

I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner;
  Swifter far was she than Atalanta,
When through clinging fleece of her wind-rippled
  Garments blushed the glimmer of her limbs.

I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner;
  Lovelier was she than Atalanta,
When the straining vision of the suitor
  Saw her beauty mock impending death.

I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner,
  All the singing numbers of Terpander,
Metres of Archilochus and Alcman,
  And my melic verse that glows supreme.

I taught Hero, of Gyara, the swift runner,
  Sapphics with their triple surge of music
Melting in the final verse Adonic,
  Like the foam fall of a spended wave.