{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/saph/sap/sap46.htm","path":"cla/saph/sap/sap46.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/saph/sap/sap46.htm","text":"Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, [1796]\nWhile from the dizzy precipice I gaze,\n The world receding from my pensive eyes,\n High o\u2019er my head the tyrant eagle flies,\n Cloth\u2019d in the sinking sun\u2019s transcendent blaze!\n The meek-ey\u2019d moon, \u2019midst clouds of amber plays\n As o\u2019er the purpling plains of light she hies,\n Till the last stream of living lustre dies,\n And the cool concave owns her temper\u2019d rays!\n So shall this glowing, palpitating soul,\n Welcome returning Reason\u2019s placid beam,\n While o\u2019er my breast the waves Lethean roll,\n To calm rebellious Fancy\u2019s fev\u2019rish dream;\n Then shall my Lyre disdain love\u2019s dread control,\n And loftier passions, prompt the loftier theme!","title":"Sappho and Phaon: XLIII. Her Reflections on the Leucadian Rock before she perishes.","type":"page"}