PHIDIAS
Wouldthat the joy of living came to-day,Even as sculptured on Athena’s shrineIn sunny conclave of serene design,Maidens and men, procession flute and feast,By Phidias, the ivory-hearted priestOf beauty absolute, whose eyes the sunShowed goodlier forms than our desires can guessAnd more of happiness.
Wouldthat the joy of living came to-day,Even as sculptured on Athena’s shrineIn sunny conclave of serene design,Maidens and men, procession flute and feast,By Phidias, the ivory-hearted priestOf beauty absolute, whose eyes the sunShowed goodlier forms than our desires can guessAnd more of happiness.
Wouldthat the joy of living came to-day,
Even as sculptured on Athena’s shrine
In sunny conclave of serene design,
Maidens and men, procession flute and feast,
By Phidias, the ivory-hearted priest
Of beauty absolute, whose eyes the sun
Showed goodlier forms than our desires can guess
And more of happiness.