{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap12.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap12.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap12.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nYe, who in alleys green and leafy bow\u2019rs,\n Sport, the rude children of fantastic birth;\n Where frolic nymphs, and shaggy tribes of mirth,\n In clam\u2019rous revels waste the midnight hours;\n Who, link\u2019d in flaunting bands of mountain flow\u2019rs,\n Weave your wild mazes o\u2019er the dewy earth,\n Ere the fierce Lord of Lustre rushes forth,\n And o\u2019er the world his beamy radiance pours!\n Oft has your clanking cymbal\u2019s madd\u2019ning strain,\n Loud ringing through the torch-illumin\u2019d grove,\n Lur\u2019d my lov\u2019d Phaon from the youthful train,\n Through rugged dells, o\u2019er craggy rocks to rove; \n Then how can she his vagrant heart detain,\n Whose Lyre throbs only to the touch of Love!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: IX. Laments the volatility of Phaon.","type":"page"}