Delicious as cool water to the touch.
Maria. Bernardo, climb yon trunk again and pluck
Some ripened clusters for this gentleman.
Raphael. Ah, 'tis a radiant child: what full, lithe limbs!
What cream-white dimpling flesh! what golden lights
Glance through the foliage on his crisp-curled head!
What rosy shadows on the naked form
Against gray olive leaves and blue-green vine!
And see, where now the bright, round face peers down,
And smiles and nods, and beckons us as one