Inspir’d by thee, the soft Corinthian maid
Her graceful lover’s sleeping form portray’d;
Her boding heart his near departure knew,
Yet long’d to keep his image in her view:
Pleased she beheld the steady shadow fall,
By the clear lamp, upon the even wall;
The line she trac’d with fond precision true,
And drawing, doated on the form she drew;
Nor, as she glow’d with no forbidden fire,
Conceal’d the simple picture from her sire: