 | Pygmalion |  |
Doves softly cooing murmurs musical
Gladdened unseen the darksome cloud of pines:
Below bright-hued innumerable wings
Carried love messages from flower to flower.
For Spring's outstretching fingers nearly touched
The Summer's welcoming hands. Pygmalion's work
On Hebe's statue now was nearly done;
Tho' yet her features lacked that splendid gaze
Of worship which Pygmalion saw, or thought
He once saw in Ianthe's face, and fired
The passionate belief he could present
Immortal Hebe pouring for the God.
Gladdened unseen the darksome cloud of pines:
Below bright-hued innumerable wings
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For Spring's outstretching fingers nearly touched
The Summer's welcoming hands. Pygmalion's work
On Hebe's statue now was nearly done;
Tho' yet her features lacked that splendid gaze
Of worship which Pygmalion saw, or thought
He once saw in Ianthe's face, and fired
The passionate belief he could present
Immortal Hebe pouring for the God.
| Pygmalion | |