{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap38.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap38.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap38.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nWhat means the mist opake that veils these eyes;\n Why does yon threat\u2019ning tempest shroud the day?\n Why does thy altar, Venus, fade away,\n And on my breast the dews of horror rise?\n Phaon is false! be dim ye orient Skies;\n And let black Erebus succeed your ray;\n Let clashing thunders roll, and lightning play;\n Phaon is false! and hopeless Sappho dies!\n \"Farewell! my Lesbian love, you might have said,\"\n Such sweet remembrance had some pity prov\u2019d,\n \"Or coldly this, farewell, Oh! Lesbian maid!\"\n No task severe, for one so fondly lov\u2019d!\n The gentle thought had sooth\u2019d my wand\u2019ring shade,\n From life\u2019s dark valley, and its thorns remov\u2019d!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXXV. Reproaches Phaon.","type":"page"}