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

Xxii. Phaon Forsakes Her.

Wild is the foaming Sea! The surges roar!

And nimbly dart the livid lightnings round!

On the rent rock the angry waves rebound;

Ah me! the lessning bark is seen no more!

Along the margin of the trembling shore,

Loud as the blast my frantic cries shall sound,

My storm-drenchd limbs the flinty fragments wound,

And oer my bleeding breast the billows pour!

Phaon! return! ye winds, O! waft the strain

To his swift bark; ye barbrous waves forbear!

Taunt not the anguish of a lovers brain,

Nor feebly emulate the souls despair!

For howling winds, and foaming seas, in vain

Assail the breast, when passion rages there!