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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XIX: Farewell, Ye Coral Caves
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Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands,
Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep;
Farewell, ye Nereides of the glitt`ring deep,
Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands:
On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands,
Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep;
In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep,
No more her touch, the Grecian Lyre commands!
In Circe`s cave my faithless Phaon`s laid,
Her daemons dress his brow with opiate flow`rs;
Or, loit`ring in the brown pomgranate shade,
Beguile with am`rous strains the fateful hours;
While Sappho`s lips, to paly ashes fade,
And sorrow`s cank`ring worm her heart devours!
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