{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap23.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap23.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap23.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nOh! I could toil for thee o\u2019er burning plains;\n Could smile at poverty\u2019s disastrous blow;\n With thee, could wander \u2019midst a world of snow,\n Where one long night o\u2019er frozen Scythia reigns.\n Sever\u2019d from thee, my sick\u2019ning soul disdains\n The thrilling thought, the blissful dream to know,\n And can\u2019st thou give my days to endless woe,\n Requiting sweetest bliss with cureless pains?\n Away, false fear! nor think capricious fate\n Would lodge a daemon in a form divine!\n Sooner the dove shall seek a tyger mate,\n Or the soft snow-drop round the thistle twine;\n Yet, yet, I dread to hope, nor dare to hate,\n Too proud to sue! too tender to resign!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XX. To Phaon.","type":"page"}