{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos67.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos67.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos67.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nGolden pulse grew on the shore,\n \u00a0\u00a0Ferns along the hill,\n And the red cliff roses bore\n \u00a0\u00a0Bees to drink their fill;\nBees that from the meadows bring\n \u00a0\u00a0Wine of melilot,\n Honey-sups on golden wing\n \u00a0\u00a0To the garden grot.\nBut to me, neglected flower,\n \u00a0\u00a0Phaon will not see,\n Passion brings no crowning hour,\n \u00a0\u00a0Honey nor the bee.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Phaon: Golden Pulse","type":"page"}