Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||
CXXV.
“Thou kill'st my Hyacinth; but yet a beam
Of comfort still was mine: I saw preserved
His beauty all entire, and gave a gleam
Of him to a young burning Greek. So served
Of comfort still was mine: I saw preserved
His beauty all entire, and gave a gleam
Of him to a young burning Greek. So served
“Thy crime a worthy cause: for, long inspired
With a consuming wish, that Grecian's heart,
Lost to repose, so caught what it desired;
And soon the chiselled stone glowed with a wondrous art.”
With a consuming wish, that Grecian's heart,
Lost to repose, so caught what it desired;
And soon the chiselled stone glowed with a wondrous art.”
Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | ||