{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap45.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap45.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap45.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nOh! can\u2019st thou bear to see this faded frame,\n Deform\u2019d and mangled by the rocky deep?\n Wilt thou remember, and forbear to weep,\n My fatal fondness, and my peerless fame?\n Soon o\u2019er this heart, now warm with passion\u2019s flame,\n The howling winds and foamy waves shall sweep;\n Those eyes be ever clos\u2019d in death\u2019s cold sleep,\n And all of Sappho perish, but her name!\n Yet, if the Fates suspend their barb\u2019rous ire,\n If days less mournful, Heav\u2019n designs for me!\n If rocks grow kind, and winds and waves conspire,\n To bear me softly on the swelling sea;eacute;\n To Phoebus only will I tune my Lyre,\n \"What suits with Sappho, Phoebus suits with thee!\"","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XLII. Her last Appeal to Phaon.","type":"page"}