Of light in light! delicious poisoner!
Thy venomed goblet will we quaff, until
We fill—we fill!"
Keats.
One of the most beautiful of his temples was built within a myrtle grove, the God being extended in the attitude of a sleeping child, under the title of L'Amore Dominatore.
"They built a temple for the God,
'Twas in a myrtle grove,
Where the sweet bee and butterfly,
Vied for each blossom's love.
"I looked upon the altar,—there