{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/pos/pos71.htm","path":"cla/pos/pos71.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/pos/pos71.htm","text":"The Poems of Sappho, by John Myers O'Hara, [1910]\nJust now the golden-sandalled Dawn\n Peered through the lattice of my room;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Why must thou fare so soon, my Phaon?\nLast night I met thee at the shore,\n A thousand hues were in the sky;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The breeze from Cyprus blew, my Phaon!\nI drew, to lave thy heated brow,\n My kerchief dripping from the sea;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Why hadst thou sailed so far, my Phaon?\nFar up the narrow mountain paths\n We heard the shepherds fluting home;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Like some white God thou seemed, my Phaon!\nAnd through the olive trees we saw\n The twinkle of my vesper lamp;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Wilt kiss me now as then, my Phaon?\nNay, loosen not with gentle force\n The clasp of my restraining arms;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I will not let thee go, my Phaon!\nSee, deftly in my trailing robe\n I spring and draw the lattice close;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Is it not night again, my Phaon?","title":"The Poems of Sappho: Phaon: Dawn","type":"page"}