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Say lovely youth that dost my heart command	A
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand	A
Must then her name the wretched writer prove	B
To thy remembrance lost as to thy love	C
Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose	D
The Lute neglected and the Lyric muse	D
Love taught my tears in adder notes to flow	E
And tun'd my heart to Elegies of woe	E
I burn I burn as when thro' ripen'd corn	F
By driving winds the spreading flames are borne	F
Phaon to Aetna's scorching fields retires	G
While I consume with more than Aetna's fires	H
No more my soul a charm in music finds	I
Music has charms alone for peaceful minds	I
Soft scenes of solitude no more can please	J
Love enters there and I'm my own disease	J
No more the Lesbian dames my passion move	B
Once the dear objects of my guilty love	C
All other loves are lost in only thine	K
Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine	K
Whom would not all those blooming charms surprize	J
Those heav'nly looks and dear deluding eyes	J
The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear	L
A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear	M
Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair	L
Not Bacchus' self with Phaon could compare	L
Yet Phoebus lov'd and Bacchus felt the flame	N
One Daphne warm'd and one the Cretan dame	N
Nymphs that in verse no more could rival me	O
That ev'n those Gods contend in charms with thee	O
The Muses teach me all their softest lays	J
And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praise	J
Tho' great Alcaeus more sublimely sings	J
And strikes with bolder rage the sounding strings	J
No less renown attends the moving lyre	P
Which Venus tunes and all her loves inspire	P
To me what nature has in charms deny'd	A
Is well by wit's more lasting flames supply'd	A
Tho' short my stature yet my name extends	J
To heav'n itself and earth's remotest ends	J
Brown as I am an Ethiopian dame	N
Inspir'd young Perseus with a gen'rous flame	N
Turtles and doves of diff'ring hues unite	A
And glossy jet is pair'd with shining white	A
If to no charms thou wilt thy heart resign	K
But such as merit such as equal thine	K
By none alas by none thou canst be mov'd	A
Phaon alone by Phaon must be lov'd	A
Yet once thy Sappho could thy cares employ	Q
Once in her arms you center'd all your joy	Q
No time the dear remembrance can remove	B
For oh how vast a memory has love	C
My music then you could for ever hear	R
And all my words were music to your ear	R
You stopp'd with kisses my enchanting tongue	S
And found my kisses sweeter than my song	T
In all I pleas'd but most in what was best	A
And the last joy was dearer than the rest	A
Then with each word each glance each motion fir'd	A
You still enjoy'd and yet you still desir'd	A
'Till all dissolving in the trance we lay	U
And in tumultuous raptures died away	U
The fair Sicilians now thy soul inflame	N
Why was I born ye Gods a Lesbian dame	N
But ah beware Sicilian nymphs nor boast	A
That wand'ring heart which I so lately lost	A
Nor be with all those tempting words abus'd	A
Those tempting words were all to Sappho us'd	A
And you that rule Sicilia's happy plains	J
Have pity Venus on your Poet's pains	J
Shall fortune still in one sad tenor run	V
And still increase the woes so soon begun	V
Inur'd to sorrow from my tender years	J
My parent's ashes drank my early tears	J
My brother next neglecting wealth and fame	N
Ignobly burn'd in a destructive flame	N
An infant daughter late my griefs increas'd	A
And all a mother's cares distract my breast	A
Alas what more could fate itself impose	J
But thee the last and greatest of my woes	J
No more my robes in waving purple flow	E
Nor on my hand the sparkling di'monds glow	E
No more my locks in ringlets curl'd diffuse	J
The costly sweetness of Arabian dews	J
Nor braids of gold the varied tresses bind	A
That fly disorder'd with the wanton wind	A
For whom should Sappho use such arts as these	J
He's gone whom only she desir'd to please	J
Cupid's light darts my tender bosom move	B
Still is there cause for Sappho still to love	C
So from my birth the Sisters fix'd my doom	W
And gave to Venus all my life to come	X
Or while my Muse in melting notes complains	J
My yielding heart keeps measure to my strains	J
By charms like thine which all my soul have won	V
Who might not ah who would not be undone	V
For those Aurora Cephalus might scorn	F
And with fresh blushes paint the conscious morn	F
For those might Cynthia lengthen Phaon's sleep	Y
And bit Endymion nightly tend his sheep	Y
Venus for those had rapt thee to the skies	J
But Mars on thee might look with Venus' eyes	J
O scarce a youth yet scarce a tender boy	Q
O useful time for lovers to employ	Q
Pride of thy age and glory of thy race	J
Come to these arms and melt in this embrace	J
The vows you never will return receive	Z
And take at least the love you will not give	A2
See while I write my words are lost in tears	J
The less my sense the more my love appears	J
Sure 'twas not much to bid one kind adieu	A
At least to feign was never hard to you	A
Farewell my Lesbian love you might have said	A
Or coldly thus Farewell oh Lesbian maid	A
No tear did you no parting kiss receive	Z
Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve	Z
No lover's gift your Sappho could confer	B2
And wrongs and woes were all you left with her	B2
No charge I gave you and no charge could give	A2
But this Be mindful of our loves and live	C2
Now by the Nine those pow'rs ador'd by me	O
And Love the God that ever waits on thee	O
When first I heard from whom I hardly knew	A
That you were fled and all my joys with you	A
Like some sad statue speechless pale I stood	A
Grief chill'd my breast and stopp'd my freezing blood	A
No sigh to rise no tear had powr to flow	E
Fix'd in a stupid lethargy of woe	E
But when its way th' impetuous passion found	A
I rend my tresses and my breast I wound	A
I rave then weep I curse and then complain	D2
Now swell to rage no melt in tears again	E2
Not fiercer pangs distract the mournful dame	N
Whose first born infant feeds the fun'ral flame	N
My scornful brother with a smile appears	J
Insults my woes and triumphs in my tears	J
His hated image ever haunts my eyes	J
And why this grief thy daughter lives he cries	J
Stung with my Love and furious with despair	L
All torn my garments and my bosom bare	L
My woes thy crimes I to the world proclaim	N
Such inconsistent things are love and shame	N
'Tis thou art all my care and my delight	A
My daily longing and my dream by night	A
Oh night more pleasing than the brightest day	U
When fancy gives what absence takes away	U
And dress'd in all its visionary charms	J
Restores my fair deserter to my arms	J
Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine	K
Then you methinks as fondly circle mine	K
A thousand tender words I hear and speak	F2
A thousand melting kisses give and take	G2
Then fiercer joys I blush to mention these	J
Yet while I blush confess how much they please	J
But when with day the sweet delusions fly	H2
And all things wake to life and joy but I	H2
As if once more forsaken I complain	D2
And close my eyes to dream of you again	E2
Then frantic rise and like some Fury rove	I2
Thro' lonely plains and thro' the silent grove	I2
As if the silent grove and lonely plains	J
That knew my pleasures could relieve my pains	J
I view the Grotto once the scene of love	C
The rocks around the hanging roofs above	C
That charm'd me more with native moss o'ergrown	E2
Than Phyrgian marble or the Parian stone	E2
I find the shades that veil'd our joys before	J2
But Phaon gone those shades delight no more	J2
Here the press'd herbs with bending tops betray	U
Where oft entwin'd in am'rous folds we lay	U
I kiss that earth which once was press'd by you	A
And all with tears the with'ring herbs bedew	U
For thee the fading trees appear to mourn	E2
And birds defer their songs till thy return	E2
Night shades the grove s and all in silence lie	H2
All but the mournful Philomel and I	H2
With mournful Philomel I join my strain	E2
Of Tereus she of Phaeon I complain	E2
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A spring there is whose si	O

Alexander Pope

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