{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap28.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap28.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap28.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nCan\u2019st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul!\n Thy Sappho\u2019s voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre!\n That melting ev\u2019ry thought to fond desire,\n Bade sweet delerium o\u2019er thy senses roll?\n Can\u2019st thou, so soon, renounce the blest control\n That calm\u2019d with pity\u2019s tears love\u2019s raging fire,\n While Hope, slow breathing on the trembling wire,\n In every note with soft persuasion stole?\n Oh! Sov\u2019reign of my heart! return! return!\n For me no spring appears, no summers bloom,\n No Sun-beams glitter, and no altars burn!\n The mind\u2019s dark winter of eternal gloom,\n Shews \u2019midst the waste a solitary urn,\n A blighted laurel, and a mould\u2019ring tomb!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXV. To Phaon.","type":"page"}