Classic Poem

I S it your wish to feast your ear?
The Syren's melting note is here. —
You , that in fancy could embrace
A model of enchanting grace ,
With pride examine these contours!
The vision breathes; its life is yours:
But more than Fancy ever knew,
Or Guido's pencil ever drew,
Or Muse can reach, or thought supply,
The heaven in Mortellari's eye.
A Seraph there — but all the while
'Tis Love that animates her smile , —
Plays with each curl that skirts her cheek,
Or in her passing blush can speak.
Thus with its panoply of charms
Her Queen the soul of Beauty arms;
Nor leaves at rest a single gem
That 's plac'd upon her diadem;
Nor Heaven itself the chain reproves,
That binds the Virtues and the Loves .