{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap17.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap17.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap17.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nCome, soft Aeolian harp, while zephyr plays\n Along the meek vibration of thy strings,\n As twilight\u2019s hand her modest mantle brings,\n Blending with sober grey, the western blaze!\n O! prompt my Phaon\u2019s dreams with tend\u2019rest lays,\n Ere night o\u2019er shade thee with its humid wings,\n While the lorn Philomel his sorrow sings\n In leafy cradle, red with parting rays!\n Slow let thy dulcet tones on ether glide,\n So steals the murmur of the am\u2019rous dove;\n The mazy legions swarm on ev\u2019ry side,\n To lulling sounds the sunny people move!\n Let not the wise their little world deride,\n The smallest sting can wound the breast of Love.","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XIV. To the Aeolian Harp.","type":"page"}