Sappho and Phaon: Sonnet XXXIX

On the low margin of a murm'ring stream,
As rapt in meditation's arms I lay,
Each aching sense in slumbers stole away,
While potent fancy form'd a soothing dream;
O'er the Leucadian deep, a dazzling beam
Shed the bland light of empyrean day!
But soon transparent shadows veil'd each ray,
While mystic visions sprang athwart the gleam !
Now to the heaving gulf they seem'd to bend,
And now across the sphery regions glide ;
Now in mid-air their dulcet voices blend :
" Awake ! awake !" the restless phalanx cried,
" See ocean yawns the lover's woes to end ;
" Plunge the green wave, and bid thy griefs subside !"