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"Sappho and Phaon", by Mary Robinson, [1796],

Vii. Invokes Reason.

Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind,

Lull the fierce tempest of my fevrish soul;

Come, with the magic of thy meek controul,

And check the wayward wandrings of my mind:

Estrangd from thee, no solace can I find,

Oer my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole,

Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll--

So the smooth Sea obeys the furious wind!

In vain Philosophy unfolds his store,

Oerwhelmd is evry source of pure delight;

Dim is the golden page of wisdoms lore;

All nature fades before my sickning sight:

For what bright scene can fancys eye explore,

Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night?