{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap32.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap32.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap32.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nFarewell, ye tow\u2019ring Cedars, in whose shade,\n Lull\u2019d by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,\n While spicy breezes hover\u2019d o\u2019er my breast\n To fan my cheek, in deep\u2019ning tints array\u2019d;\n While am\u2019rous insects, humming round me, play\u2019d,\n Each flow\u2019r forsook, of prouder sweets in quest;\n Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance drest,\n That mock\u2019d the Sunny Hybla\u2019s vaunted aid!\n Farewell, ye limpid rivers! Oh! farewell!\n No more shall Sappho to your grots repair;\n No more your white waves to her bosom swell,\n Or your dank weeds, entwine her floating hair;\n As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell\n Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXIX. Determines to follow Phaon.","type":"page"}