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SAPHO to PHAON.
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The vows you never will return, receive;And take at least the love you will not give.See, while I write, my words are lost in tears;The less my sense, the more my love appears.Sure 'twas not much to bid one kind adieu,(At least to feign was never hard to you.)Farewel, my Lesbian love, you might have said,Or coldly thus, farewel, oh Lesbian maid!No tear did you, no parting kiss receive,Nor knew I then how much I was to grieve.No lover's gift your Sapho could confer,And wrongs and woes were all you left with her.No charge I gave you, and no charge could give,But this; be mindful of our loves, and live.Now by the Nine, those pow'rs ador'd by me,And Love, the God that ever waits on thee,When first I heard (from whom I hardly knew)That you were fled, and all my joys with you,Like some sad statue, speechless, pale, I stood;Grief chill'd my breast, and stop'd my freezing blood;

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