Sir Thomas Lawrence

DIVINEST art, the stars above

Were fated on thy birth to shine;

Oh, born of beauty and of love,

What early poetry was thine!

The softness of Ionian night

Upon Ionian summer lay,

One planet gave its vesper light,

Enough to guide a lover's way;

And gave the fountain as it played

The semblance of a silvery shower,

And as its waters fell, they made

A music meet for such an hour;

That, and the tones the gentle wind

Won from the leaf, as from a lute,

In natural melody combined,

Now that all ruder sound was mute;

And odours floated on the air,

As many a nymph had just unbound

The wreath that bound their raven hair,

And flung the fragrant tresses round.

Pillowed on violet leaves, which prest

Filled the sweet chamber with their sighs,

Lulled by the lyre's low notes to rest,

A Grecian youth in slumber lies;

And at his side a maiden stands,

The dark hair braided on her brow,

The lute within her slender hands,

But hushed is all its music now.

She would not wake him from his dreams,

Although she has so much to say,

Although the morning's earliest beams

Will see her warrior torn away.

How fond and earnest is the gaze

Upon these sleeping features thrown,

She who yet never dared to raise

Her timid eyes to meet his own.

She bends her lover's rest above,

Thoughtful with gentle hopes and fears,

And that unutterable love

Which never yet spoke but in tears;

She would not that those tears should fall

Upon the cherished sleeper's face,

She turns, and sees upon the wall

Its imaged shade, its perfect grace;

With eager hand she marked each line,

The shadowy brow, the arching head,

Till some creative power divine,

Love's likeness o'er love's shadow spread:

Since then, what passion and what power

Has dwelt upon the painter's art;

How has it soothed the absent hour,

With looks that wear life's loveliest part.

Oh, painter of our English isle,

Whose name is now upon my line,

Who gave to beauty's blush and smile

All that could make them most divine;

The fair Ionian's ancient claim

Was never paid, till paid by thee,

And thou didst honour to her name,

By showing what her sex can be.