in would prudence, with decorous sneer,
point out a suring world, and bid me fear;
above the world, on wings of love, i rise—
i know its worst, and that worst despise;
let prudence' direst bodements on me fall,
m[ontgomer]y, rich reward, o'erpays them all!
mild zephyrs waft thee to life's farthest shore,
nor think of me and my distress more,—
falsehood accurst! no! still i beg a pce,
still hy heart some little, little trace:
for that dear trace the world i would resign:
o let me live, and die, and think it mine!
“i burn, i burn, as when thro' ripen&
Sappho Redivivus—A Fragment(2/4)