O’ Thou Grecian beauty,perhaps
relic of the Attic classics , retrieved-
Thy shape reflects vintage.
Art thou a custodian of sacred ashes?
O Thou a flower vase now-
I admire thee.
But
Where have all the pipers gone?
marble men and maidens too,invisible?

O’the Arcadian flora,delicately poised_
swinging sweetly to the unheard melody
Grow in silent grace, hold on to the vessel,
You may not live, but your cage will.
O’ royalty in simlicity, I admire thee.