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SAPHO to PHAON.
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And dress'd in all its visionary charms,
Restores my fair deserter to my arms!
Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine,
Then you, methinks, as fondly circle mine:
A thousand tender words, I hear and speak;
A thousand melting kisses, give, and take:
Then fiercer joys—I blush to mention these,
Yet while I blush, confess how much they please!
But when, with day, the sweet delusions fly,
And all things wake to life and joy, but I,
As if once more forsaken, I complain,
And close my eyes, to dream of you again.
Then frantic rise, and like some fury rove
Thro' lonely plains, and thro' the silent grove,
As if the silent grove, and lonely plains
That knew my pleasures, could relieve my pains.
I view the Grotto, once the scene of love,
The rocks around, the hanging roofs above,
That charm'd me more, with native moss o'ergrown,
Than Phrygian marble, or the Parian stone.
Restores my fair deserter to my arms!
Then round your neck in wanton wreaths I twine,
Then you, methinks, as fondly circle mine:
A thousand tender words, I hear and speak;
A thousand melting kisses, give, and take:
Then fiercer joys—I blush to mention these,
Yet while I blush, confess how much they please!
But when, with day, the sweet delusions fly,
And all things wake to life and joy, but I,
As if once more forsaken, I complain,
And close my eyes, to dream of you again.
Then frantic rise, and like some fury rove
Thro' lonely plains, and thro' the silent grove,
As if the silent grove, and lonely plains
That knew my pleasures, could relieve my pains.
I view the Grotto, once the scene of love,
The rocks around, the hanging roofs above,
That charm'd me more, with native moss o'ergrown,
Than Phrygian marble, or the Parian stone.
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