{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap27.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap27.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap27.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nO Thou! meek Orb! that stealing o\u2019er the dale\n Cheer\u2019st with thy modest beams the noon of night!\n On the smooth lake diffusing silv\u2019ry light,\n Sublimely still, and beautifully pale!\n What can thy cool and placid eye avail,\n Where fierce despair absorbs the mental sight,\n While inbred glooms the vagrant thoughts invite,\n To tempt the gulph where howling fiends assail?\n O, Night! all nature owns thy temper\u2019d pow\u2019r;\n Thy solemn pause, thy dews, thy pensive beam;\n Thy sweet breath whisp\u2019ring in the moonlight bow\u2019r,\n While fainting flow\u2019rets kiss the wand\u2019ring stream!\n Yet, vain is ev\u2019ry charm! and vain the hour,\n That brings to madd\u2019ning love, no soothing dream!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXIV. Her Address to the Moon.","type":"page"}