FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays, <br />And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise. <br />The heartfelt power of every charm divine, <br />Who can withstand their all-commanding shine? <br />See how she moves along with every grace, <br />While soul-brought tears steal down each shining face. <br />She speaks! 'tis rapture all, and nameless bliss, <br />Ye gods! what transport e'er compared to this. <br />As when in Paphian groves the Queen of Love <br />With fond complaint addressed the listening Jove, <br />'Twas joy, and endless blisses all around, <br />And rocks forgot their hardness at the sound. <br />Then first, at last even Jove was taken in, <br />And felt her charms, without disguise, within.<br /><br />Oliver Goldsmith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-seeing-mrs-perform-in-the-character-of/
