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SONNET XIX.
Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands,Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep;
Farewell, ye Nereïdes of the glitt'ring deep,
Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands;
On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands,
Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep:
In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep,
No more her touch the Grecian lyre commands!
In Circe's cave my faithless Phaon's laid,
Her demons dress his brow with opiate flow'rs;
Or, loit'ring in the brown pomegranate shade,
Beguile with am'rous strains the fateful hours;
While Sappho's lips, to paly ashes fade,
And sorrow's cank'ring worm her heart devours!
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