Sappho and Phaon, by Mary Robinson, , at sacred-texts.com
Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands,
Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep;
Farewell, ye Nereides of the glittring deep,
Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands:
On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands,
Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep;
In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep,
No more her touch, the Grecian Lyre commands!
In Circes cave my faithless Phaons laid,
Her daemons dress his brow with opiate flowrs;
Or, loitring in the brown pomgranate shade,
Beguile with amrous strains the fateful hours;
While Sapphos lips, to paly ashes fade,
And sorrows cankring worm her heart devours!