Oh! can'st thou bear to see this faded frame, Deformed and mangled by the rocky deep? Wilt thou remember, and forbear to weep, My fatal fondness, and my peerless fame? Soon o'er this heart, now warm with passion's flame, The howling winds and foamy waves shall sweep; Those eyes be ever closed in death's cold sleep, And all of Sappho perish, but her name! Yet, if the Fates suspend their barbarous ire, If days less mournful, Heaven designs for me! If rocks grow kind, and winds and waves conspire, To bear me softly on the swelling sea; To Phoebus only will I tune my Lyre, "What suits with Sappho, Phoebus suits with thee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL PARADISE LOST: BOOK 4 by JOHN MILTON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |