Classic Poem

Let the Greek his plastic clay
Mould in human fashion,
While his own creation may
Wake his glowing passion;

But it is our joy to court
Great Euphrates' torrent,
Here and there at will to sport
In the wat'ry current.

Quench'd I thus my spirit's flame,
Songs had soon resounded;
Water drawn by bards whose fame
Pure is, may be rounded.