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SAPPHO AND PHAON: 14. TO THE EOLIAN HARP, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Come, soft eolian harp, while zephyr plays
Last Line: The smallest sting can wound the breast of love.


Come, soft Eolian harp, while zephyr plays
Along the meek vibration of thy strings,
As twilight's hand her modest mantle brings,
Blending with sober gray, the western blaze!
O! prompt my Phaon's dreams with tend'rest lays,
Ere night o'ershade thee with its humid wings,
While the lorn Philomel his sorrow sings
In leafy cradle, red with parting rays!
Slow let thy dulcet tones on ether glide,
So steals the murmur of the amorous dove;
The mazy legions swarm on every side,
To lulling sounds the sunny people move!
Let not the wise their little world deride,
The smallest sting can wound the breast of Love.





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