Then First From Love.
By Thomas Moore
Then first from Love, in Nature's bowers, Did Painting learn her fairy skill, And cull the hues of loveliest flowers, To picture woman lovelier still. For vain was every radiant hue, Till Passion lent a soul to art, And taught the painter, ere he drew, To fix the model in his heart. Thus smooth his toil awhile went on, Till, lo, one touch his art defies; The brow, the lip, the blushes shone, But who could dare to paint those eyes? 'Twas all in vain the painter strove; So turning to that boy divine, "Here take," he said, "the pencil, Love, "No hand should paint such eyes but thine."
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