{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap29.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap29.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap29.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nWhere antique woods o\u2019er-hang the mountains\u2019s crest,\n And mid-day glooms in solemn silence lour;\n Philosophy, go seek a lonely bow\u2019r,\n And waste life\u2019s fervid noon in fancied rest.\n Go, where the bird of sorrow weaves her nest,\n Cooing, in sadness sweet, through night\u2019s dim hour;\n Go, cull the dew-drops from each potent flow\u2019r\n That med\u2019cines to the cold and reas\u2019ning breast!\n Go, where the brook in liquid lapse steals by,\n Scarce heard amid\u2019st the mingling echoes round,\n What time, the noon fades slowly down the sky,\n And slumb\u2019ring zephyrs moan, in caverns bound:\n Be these thy pleasures, dull Philosophy!\n Nor vaunt the balm, to heal a lover\u2019s wound.","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXVI. Contemns Philosophy.","type":"page"}