Classic Poem

If we gaze at your Hyllus as he passes by,
You look at your guests with a most troubled eye.
What crime is it in a fair boy to delight?
Don't the sun and the gods and the stars please our sight?
Shall I turn my eyes from him and hide my face up,
As though 'twere a Gorgon presenting my cup.
Even savage Alcides let Hylas be seen,
And Ganymede sports with young Hermes, I ween.
To your table you'd better blind Oedipus call,
If you don't want your minions to be viewed at all.