By tenderest pressure, a faint damask mouth
The vine of glossy sprout; the ivy mesh,
And shook it on his hair; another flew
To slumbery pout; just as the morning south
Muffling to death the pathos with his wings;
And, ever and anon, uprose to look
Of velvet leaves, and bugle blooms divine.
Disparts a dew-lipp'd rose. Above his head,
In through the woven roof, and fluttering-wise,
One, kneeling to a lyre, touch'd the strings,
All tendrils green, of every bloom and hue,
Together intertwined and trammel'd fresh:
On one white arm, and tenderly unclosed,
Four lily stalks did their white honours wed
Shading its Ethiop berries; and woodbine,
Stood serene Cupids watching silently.
Hard by,
Rain'd violets upon his sleeping eyes.
At the youth's slumber; while another took
To make a coronal; and round him grew
Of fondest beauty. Sideway his face reposed
In midst of all, there lay a sleeping youth
A willow bough, distilling odorous dew,