I see thy statue of David’s body in fantasies Covered in a slight, soft veil of satin slid with ease Beam – pearl skin Glow – marble sheen Cupid sent thee by Athena, not by Aphrodite Divine is thy shape Sublime is thy shape I shall submit mine every sense To thy Hercules, godhead presence Real, strong, dashing Or simply subtly delicate In thy traits Charming in spades In that reverie thou art not grey Lo, I behold thy colour now