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

Xxix. Determines To Follow Phaon.

Farewell, ye towring Cedars, in whose shade,

Lulld by the Nightingale, I sunk to rest,

While spicy breezes hoverd oer my breast

To fan my cheek, in deepning tints arrayd;

While amrous insects, humming round me, playd,

Each flowr forsook, of prouder sweets in quest;

Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance drest,

That mockd the Sunny Hyblas vaunted aid!

Farewell, ye limpid rivers! Oh! farewell!

No more shall Sappho to your grots repair;

No more your white waves to her bosom swell,

Or your dank weeds, entwine her floating hair;

As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell

Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there!