All beautiful in conscious power,
Relaxed and quiet, till the hour;
His glossy and transparent frame,
In radiant plight to strive for fame!
To look upon the clean shap’d limb
In silk and flannel clothèd trim;
While round the waist the kerchief tied
Makes the flesh glow in richer pride.
’Tis more than life to watch him hold
His hand forth, tremulous yet bold,