Sappho! sleeping still alone!
The moon and Pleiades have set,
Full half the lovely night has flown
And thou! and thou all passionate!
The time is passing, fair one, now
Upon thy sweetly swelling breast
And on thy Grecian Goddess brow,
Should Phaon's head and kisses rest.
Sappho! sleeping still alone?
O wanton sweet, unknown to shame!
From Rapture's arms thy lover flown,
Shall live his flight to sorely blame.
