The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET XXXV.
What means the mist opake that veils these eyes;Why does yon threat'ning tempest shroud the day?
Why does thy altar, Venus, fade away,
And on my breast the dews of horror rise?
Phaon is false! be dim, ye orient skies,
And let black Erebus succeed your ray;
Let clashing thunders roll, and lightnings play;
Phaon is false! and hopeless Sappho dies!
“Farewell! my Lesbian love,” you might have said,
Such sweet remembrance had some pity prov'd;
Or coldly thus, “farewell, Oh! Lesbian maid!”
No task severe for one so fondly lov'd!
The gentle thought had sooth'd my wand'ring shade,
From life's dark valley, and its thorns, remov'd!
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