John Banister Tabb



Keats - Sappho

by John Banister Tabb

Methinks, when first the nightingale
Was mated to thy deathless song,
That Sappho with emotion pale,
Amid the Olympian throng,
Again, as in the Lesbian grove,
Stood listening with lips apart,
To hear in thy melodious love
The pantings of her heart.


Copyright 1894
John Lane, LondonCopeland and Day, Boston