SAPPHO. For Palmer's Alt-Relief. Wo! wo! Is me, she said--/ The very waters hiss their scorn at me!/ With flashing fangs, the mad crests leap at me!/ This icy wind chills my hot cheek and slides,/ Like death, adorn my marrow--O! Olola! I have undone myself./ I loved him--wreaked my passion's utmost prayer/ Upon his ear and--and--he spurned it all!/ Dark! Dead! All, all is dark and cold and dead!/ The sunshine is a gloom to me--the front/ Of far Cyllene smiles no longer now,/ As when I lay and steeped the purple hours/ In dreams of Phaon's love. The youth and maids/ Who once had pitied, mock my tortured soul./ I fly--whither. Upon this blasted crag--/ Like my lorn heart--whereon the thunder-stone/ Hath torn its smoking seams, I thought to find/ A rest of pity; but the eternal gods/ Have joined in hate with Phaon! Woe is me!/ The very waters hiss their scorn at me./ With flashing fangs, the mad crests leap at me!/ The icy wind chills my hot cheek and slides,/ Like death, adorn my marrow--O! Olola!--L.'A. Albany, September, 1856. [P. 19.]
Catalogue of the Palmer Marbles, at the Hall Belonging to the Church of the Divine Unity, 548 Broadway, New York, November, 1856. Albany: J. Munsell, 78 State Street. 1856.