And lo! before my ravish'd eyes
The visionary scenes arise!
I hear the tender lute complain,
While Sappho breathes her amorous pain;
(O guard me from such fierce desires,
Thou God of Raptures, God of Fires!)
I hear Anacreon's honey'd tongue
To Love and Wine repeat the song;
His flight sublime the Theban swan prepares,
And louder music wakes the wondering spheres.