{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap11.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap11.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap11.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nWhy, through each aching vein, with lazy pace\n Thus steals the languid fountain of my heart, \n While, from its source, each wild convulsive start\n Tears the scorch\u2019d roses from my burning face?\n In vain, O Lesbian Vales! your charms I trace;\n Vain is the poet\u2019s theme, the sculptor\u2019s art;\n No more the Lyre its magic can impart,\n Though wak\u2019d to sound, with more than mortal grace!\n Go, tuneful maids, go bid my Phaon prove\n That passion mocks the empty boast of fame;\n Tell him no joys are sweet, but joys of love,\n Melting the soul, and thrilling all the frame!\n Oh! may th\u2019 ecstatic thought in bosom move,\n And sighs of rapture, fan the blush of shame!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: VIII. Her Passion increases.","type":"page"}