Can'st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul! <br />Thy Sappho's voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre! <br />That melting ev'ry thought to fond desire, <br />Bade sweet delerium o'er thy senses roll? <br />Can'st thou, so soon, renounce the blest control <br />That calm'd with pity's tears love's raging fire, <br />While Hope, slow breathing on the trembling wire, <br />In every note with soft persuasion stole? <br />Oh! Sov'reign of my heart! return! return! <br />For me no spring appears, no summers bloom, <br />No Sun-beams glitter, and no altars burn! <br />The mind's dark winter of eternal gloom, <br />Shews 'midst the waste a solitary urn, <br />A blighted laurel, and a mould'ring tomb!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-can-st-thou-forget/
