{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap30.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap30.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap30.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nOh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields\n Of Heav\u2019n\u2019s empire, trembling seems to stand;\n \u2019Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland,\n Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields!\n To flames, less fierce than mine, your lustre yields,\n And pow\u2019rs more strong my countless tears command;\n Love strikes the feeling heart with ruthless hand,\n And only spares the breast which dullness shields!\n Since, then, capricious nature but bestows\n The fine affections of the soul, to prove\n A keener sense of desolating woes,\n Far, far from me the empty boast remove;\n If bliss from coldness, pain from passion flows,\n Ah! who would wish to feel, or learn to love?","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXVII. Sappho's Address to the Stars.","type":"page"}