Now, o'er the tessellated pavement strew <br />Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose, <br />While down yon agate column gently flows <br />A glitt'ring streamlet of ambrosial dew! <br />My Phaon smiles! the rich carnation's hue, <br />On his flush'd cheek in conscious lustre glows, <br />While o'er his breast enamour'd Venus throws <br />Her starry mantle of celestial blue! <br />Breathe soft, ye dulcet flutes, among the trees <br />Where clust'ring boughs with golden citron twine; <br />While slow vibrations, dying on the breeze, <br />Shall soothe his soul with harmony divine! <br />Then let my form his yielding fancy seize, <br />And all his fondest wishes, blend with mine.<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xii-now-o-er-the-tesselated-pavement/
