{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap18.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap18.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap18.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nNow, round my favor\u2019d grot let roses rise,\n To strew the bank where Phaon wakes from rest;\n O! happy buds! to kiss his burning breast,\n And die, beneath the lustre of his eyes!\n Now, let the timbrels echo to the skies, \n Now damsels sprinkel cassia on his vest, \n With od\u2019rous wreaths of constant myrtle drest,\n And flow\u2019rs, deep tinted with the rainbow\u2019s dyes!\n From cups of porphyry let nectar flow,\n Rich as the perfume of Phoenicia\u2019s vine!\n Now let his dimpling cheek with rapture glow,\n While round his heart love\u2019s mystic fetters twine;\n And let the Grecian Lyre its aid bestow,\n In songs of triumph, to proclaim him mine!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XV. Phaon awakes.","type":"page"}