Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, , at sacred-texts.com
High on a rock, coaeval with the skies,
A Temple stands, reard by immortal powrs
To Chastity divine! ambrosial flowrs
Twining round icicles, in columns rise,
Mingling with pendent gems of orient dyes!
Piercing the air, a golden crescent towrs,
Veild by transparent clouds; while smiling hours
Shake from their varying wingscelestial joys!
The steps of spotless marble, scatterd oer
With deathless roses armd with many a thorn,
Lead to the altar. On the frozen floor,
Studded with tear-drops petrified by scorn,
Pale vestals kneel the Goddess to adore,
While Love, his arrows broke, retires forlorn.