Sappho and Phaon: Sonnet XXXIV

VENUS ! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing,
The song, which Mitylenian youths admir'd,
When echo, am'rous of the strain inspir'd,
Bade the wild rocks with madd'ning plaudits ring !
Attend my pray'r ! O ! queen of rapture ! bring
To these fond arms, him who my soul has fir'd ;
From these fond arms remov'd, yet still desir'd,
Though love, exulting, spreads his varying wing !
Oh ! source of ev'ry joy ! of ev'ry care !
Blest Venus ! goddess of the zone divine !
To Phaon's bosom, Phaon's victim bear ;
So shall her warmest, tend'rest vows be thine !
For Venus, Sappho shall a wreath prepare,
And love be crown'd, immortal as the Nine !