{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap44.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap44.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap44.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nYes, I will go, where circling whirlwinds rise,\n Where threat\u2019ning clouds in sable grandeur lour;\n Where the blast yells, the liquid columns pour,\n And madd\u2019ning billows combat with the skies!\n There, while the Daemon of the tempest flies\n On growing pinions through the troublous hour,\n The wild waves gasp impatient to devour,\n And on the rock the waken\u2019d Vulture cries!\n Oh! dreadful solace to the stormy mind!\n To me, more pleasing than the valley\u2019s rest,\n The woodland songsters, or the sportive kind,\n That nip the turf, or prune the painted crest;\n For in despair alone, the wretched find\n That unction sweet, which lulls the bleeding breast!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XLI. Resolves to take the Leap of Leucata.","type":"page"}