SHE stood and cried, "O you that love in vain, Fly hence, and seek the fair Leucadian main: There stands a rock, from whose impending steep Apollo's fane surveys the rolling deep; There injured lovers, leaping from above, Their flames extinguish, and forget to love. Deucalion once with hopeless fury burned, In vain he loved: relentless Pyrrha scorned: But when from hence he plunged into the main, Deucalion scorned, and Pyrrha loved in vain. Haste, Sappho, haste, from high Leucadia throw Thy wretched weight, nor dread the deeps below! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH LOVE IN A LIFE by ROBERT BROWNING WHITE SWORD by WINIFRED ADAMS BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A SCENE IN LONDON by EDWARD CARPENTER |