{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap40.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap40.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap40.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nWhen, in the gloomy mansion of the dead,\n This with\u2019ring heart, this faded form shall sleep;\n When these fond eyes, at length shall cease to weep,\n And earth\u2019s cold lap receive this fev\u2019rish head;\n Envy shall turn away, a tear to shed,\n And Time\u2019s obliterating pinions sweep\n The spot, where poets shall their vigils keep,\n To mourn and wander near my freezing bed!\n Then, my pale ghost, upon th\u2019 Elysian shore,\n Shall smile, releas\u2019d from ev\u2019ry mortal care;\n Whil, doom\u2019d love\u2019s victim to repine no more,\n My breast shall bathe in endless rapture there!\n Ah! no!my restless shade would still deplore,\n Nor taste that bliss, which Phaon did not share.","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXXVII. Foresees her Death.","type":"page"}