Note 4 — SAPPHO TO PHAON.[1]
Reading edition
Our poet has not varied much here from the couplet of his predecessor, Sir Carr Scrope:
I burn, I burn, like kindled fields of corn, When by the driving winds the flames are borne.—Wakefield.
The first version in Pope's manuscript, though not so closely copied from Scrope, is decidedly inferior to the text:
I burn, I burn, as when fierce whirlwinds raise The spreading flames, and crackling harvests blaze.