Sappho and Phaon: Sonnet XXXVII

WHEN, in the gloomy mansion of the dead,
This with'ring heart, this faded form shall sleep :
When these fond eyes at length shall cease to weep,
And earth's cold lap receive this fev'rish head ;
Envy shall turn away, a tear to shed,
And time's obliterating pinions sweep
The spot, where poets shall their vigils keep,
To mourn and wander near my freezing bed !
Then, my pale ghost, upon th' Elysian shore,
Shall smile, releas'd from ev'ry mortal care ;
While, doom'd love's victim to repine no more,
My breast shall bathe in endless rapture there!
Ah ! no ! my restless shade would still deplore,
Nor taste that bliss, which Phaon did not share.