"Who thus assails my doors?" I cry'd; "Who breaks my slumbers?" Love reply'd, "Open; a child alone is here, "A little child;---you need not fear: "Now come," said he, no longer chill, He bends his bow and culls his quiver, And pierces like a breeze my liver; Then leaping, laughing, as he fled, "Rejoice with me, my Host," he said; "My bow is sound in ev'ry part, 10 20 30 AN HYMN TO VENUS, FROM THE GREEK OF SAPPHO. I. O VENUS! beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, If ever thou hast kindly heard Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, IV. The birds dismiss'd (while you remain) 12 138 Then you, with looks divinely mild, V. What frenzy in my bosom rag'd, VI. Tho' now he shuns thy longing arms, Tho' now he freeze, he soon shall burn, VII. Celestial Visitant! once more 24 36 A FRAGMENT OF SAPPHO. I. BLESS'D as th' immortal gods is he, 11. 'Twas this depriv'd my soul of rest, 111. My bosom glow'd; the subtle flame IV. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd; 16 |