{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap42.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap42.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap42.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nPrepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine,\n To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep;\n In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep,\n And let Erato's hand the trophies twine.\n No parian marble, there, with labour'd line,\n Shall bid the wand'ring lover stay to weep;\n There holy silence shall her vigils keep.\n Save, when the nightingale such woes as mine\n Shall sadly sing; as twilight's curtains spread,\n There shall the branching lotos widely wave,\n Sprinkling soft show'rs upon the lily's head,\n Sweet drooping emblem for a lover's grave!\n And there shall Phaon pearls of pity shed,\n To gem the vanquish'd heart he scorn'd to save!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XXXIX. To the Muses.","type":"page"}