Classic Poem

E' EN those who've seen Alcinous' domains
Prefer the country that your house contains.
Lest jealous winter should the clusters sear
And frost consume the gifts of Bacchus there,
Your vineyard blooms 'neath a transparent lid,
Its lucky grapes roofed over yet unhid.
So shine a maiden's limbs through bombasine,
So are the pebbles in clear water seen.
What power will nature not allow to skill!
You make grim winter to be autumn still.