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SAPPHO AND PHAON: 39. TO THE MUSES, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Prepare your wreaths, aonian maids divine
Last Line: To gem the vanquished heart he scorned to save!


Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine,
To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep;
In tears, the myrtle and the laurel steep,
And let Erato's hand the trophies twine.
No parian marble, there, with labored line,
Shall bid the wandering lover stay to weep;
There holy silence shall her vigils keep,
Save, when the nightingale such woes as mine
Shall sadly sing; as twilight's curtains spread,
There shall the branching lotus widely wave,
Sprinkling soft showers upon the lily's head,
Sweet drooping emblem for a lover's grave!
And there shall Phaon pearls of pity shed,
To gem the vanquished heart he scorned to save!





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