English poem
_Ode Xxii._
by Thomas Moore
And now with all thy pencil's truth, Portray Bathyllus, lovely youth! Let his hair in lapses bright, Fall like streaming rays of light, And there the raven's dye confuse With the yellow sunbeam's hues. Let not the braid, with artful twine, The flowing of his locks confine; But loosen every golden ring, To float upon the breeze's wing, Beneath the front of polished glow. Front as fair as mountain-snow, And guileless as the dews of dawn,
Let the majestic brows be drawn, Of ebon dies, enriched by gold, Such as the scaly snakes unfold. Mingle in his jetty glances, Power that awes, and love that trances; Steal from Venus bland desire, Steal from Mars the look of fire, Blend them in such expression here, That we by turns may hope and fear! Now from the sunny apple seek The velvet down that spreads his cheek; And there let Beauty's rosy ray In flying blushes richly play; Blushes, of that celestial flame Which lights the cheek of virgin shame. Then for his lips, that ripely gem-- But let thy mind imagine them! Paint, where the ruby cell uncloses, Persuasion sleeping upon roses; And give his lip that speaking air, As if a word was hovering there! His neck of ivory splendour trace, Moulded with soft but manly grace; Fair as the neck of Paphia's boy, Where Paphia's arms have hung in joy. Give him the winged Hermes' hand. With which he waves his snaky wand: Let Bacchus then the breast supply, And Leda's son the sinewy thigh. But oh! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire,
Which kindles, when the wishful sigh Steals from the heart, unconscious why. Thy pencil, though divinely bright, Is envious of the eye's delight, Or its enamoured touch would shew His shoulder, fair as sunless snow, Which now in veiling shadow lies, Removed from all but Fancy's eyes, Now, for his feet--but hold--forbear-- I see a godlike portrait there; So like Bathyllus! sure there's none So like Bathyllus but the Sun! Oh! let this pictured god be mine, And keep the boy for Samos' shrine; Phoebus shall then Bathyllus be, Bathyllus then the deity!