Sappho and Phaon: Sonnet XXXIII

I wake! delusive phantoms, hence, away!
Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast!
The softest breeze can shake the halcyon's nest,
And lightest clouds o'ercast the dawning ray !
'Twas but a vision ! Now, the star of day
Peers, like a gem o'er Ætna's burning crest !
Welcome, ye hills, with golden vintage drest:
Sicilian forests brown, and vallies gay !
A mournful stranger, from the Lesbian isle,
Not strange in loftiest eulogy of song!
She who could teach the stoic's cheek to smile,
Thaw the cold heart, and chain the wond'ring throng.
Can find no balm, love's sorrows to beguile ;
Ah ! sorrows known too soon ! and felt too long !