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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXXV: What Means the Mist
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What means the mist opaque that veils these eyes;
Why does yon threat`ning tempest shroud the day?
Why does thy altar, Venus, fade away,
And on my breast the dews of horror rise?
Phaon is false! be dim ye orient Skies;
And let black Erebus succeed your ray;
Let clashing thunders roll, and lightning play;
Phaon is false! and hopeless Sappho dies!
"Farewell! my Lesbian love, you might have said,"
Such sweet remembrance had some pity prov`d,
"Or coldly this, farewell, Oh! Lesbian maid!"
No task severe, for one so fondly lov`d!
The gentle thought had sooth`d my wand`ring shade,
From life`s dark valley, and its thorns remov`d!
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