Her sweetness isn’t empty:

Astymeloisa is coy
and quiet. She lifts
the garland high
like a star that falls
from burning sky,
like an incandescent
branch, or goose down
soft and fluttering:

her glance melts
limbs like desire,
her glance dissolves
like sleep or death. 

– Alcman. 3b

translated by M. Pfaff