{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap22.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap22.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap22.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nFarewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands,\n Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep;\n Farewell, ye Nereides of the glitt\u2019ring deep,\n Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands:\n On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands,\n Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep;\n In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep,\n No more her touch, the Grecian Lyre commands!\n In Circe\u2019s cave my faithless Phaon\u2019s laid,\n Her daemons dress his brow with opiate flow\u2019rs;\n Or, loit\u2019ring in the brown pomgranate shade,\n Beguile with am\u2019rous strains the fateful hours;\n While Sappho\u2019s lips, to paly ashes fade,\n And sorrow\u2019s cank\u2019ring worm her heart devours!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XIX. Suspects his constancy.","type":"page"}