Classic Poem

Now, o'er the tesselated pavement strew
Fresh saffron, steeped in essence of the rose,
While down yon agate column gently flows
A glittering streamlet of ambrosial dew!
My Phaon smiles! The rich carnation's hue,
On his flushed cheek in conscious lustre glows,
While o'er his breast enamoured Venus throws
Her starry mantle of celestial blue!
Breathe soft, ye dulcet flutes, among the trees
Where clustering boughs with golden citrons twine;
While slow vibrations, dying on the breeze,
Shall soothe his soul with harmony divine.
Then let my form his yielding fancy seize,
And all his fondest wishes blend with mine!