{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap16.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap16.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap16.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nBring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,\n A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair\n The costly band of studded gems prepare,\n Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:\n Love, o\u2019er my head his canopy unfurls,\n His purple pinions fan the whisp\u2019ring air;\n Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare, \n Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.\n Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,\n White as the downy swan; while round my waist\n Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,\n Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!\n Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest; \n And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac\u2019d.","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XIII. She endeavours to fascinate him.","type":"page"}