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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354030" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Picture Of Sappho</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THOU! whose impassion'd face <br>The Painter loves to trace, <br>Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's story-- <br>How many a wand'ring thought <br>Thy loveliness hath brought, <br>Warming the heart with its imagined glory! <br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, was it History's truth, <br>That tale of wasted youth, <br>Of endless grief, and Love forsaken pining? <br>What wert thou, thou whose woe <br>The old traditions show <br>With Fame's cold light around thee vainly shining? <br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Didst thou indeed sit there <br>In languid lone despair-- <br>Thy harp neglected by thee idly lying-- <br>Thy soft and earnest gaze <br>Watching the lingering rays <br>In the far west, where summer-day was dying-- <br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While with low rustling wings, <br>Among the quivering strings <br>The murmuring breeze faint melody was making, <br>As though it wooed thy hand <br>To strike with new command, <br>Or mourn'd with thee because thy heart was breaking? <br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Didst thou, as day by day <br>Roll'd heavily away, <br>And left thee anxious, nerveless, and dejected, <br>Wandering thro' bowers beloved-- <br>Roving where he had roved-- <br>Yearn for his presence, as for one expected? <br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Didst thou, with fond wild eyes <br>Fix'd on the starry skies, <br>Wait feverishly for each new day to waken-- <br>Trusting some glorious morn <br>Might witness his return, <br>Unwilling to believe thyself forsaken? <br>VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when conviction came, <br>Chilling that heart of flame, <br>Didst thou, O saddest of earth's grieving daughters ! <br>From the Leucadian steep <br>Dash, with a desperate leap, <br>And hide thyself within the whelming waters? <br>VIII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, in their hollow breast <br>Thy heart at length found rest! <br>The ever-moving waves above thee closing-- <br>The winds, whose ruffling sigh <br>Swept the blue waters by, <br>Disturb'd thee not!--thou wert in peace reposing! <br>IX.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such is the tale they tell! <br>Vain was thy beauty's spell-- <br>Vain all the praise thy song could still inspire-- <br>Though many a happy band <br>Rung with less skilful hand <br>The borrowed love-notes of thy echoing lyre. <br>X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FAME, to thy breaking heart <br>No comfort could impart, <br>In vain thy brow the laurel wreath was wearing; <br>One grief and one alone <br>Could bow thy bright head down-- <br>Thou wert a WOMAN, and wert left despairing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Caroline+Elizabeth+Sarah+Norton">Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton</a><div class=q>
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THOU! whose impassion'd face 
The Painter loves to trace, 
Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's story-- 
How many a wand'ring thought 
Thy loveliness hath brought, 
Warming the heart with its imagined glory! 
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Yet, was it History's truth..."></div>
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