The Painter's skill has seized a moment where
Her hand is wreathing mid his raven hair;
And he is bent in worship, as that touch,
That soft light touch, were ecstasy too much.
He is just turned from that bewildering face
To the fair arm that holds the magic vase —
The purple liquor is just sparkling up —
The youth has pledged his heart's truth on that cup!
(10th August 1822) Sketches from Drawings by Mr. Dagley. Sketch the Third. The Cup of Circe - The London Literary Gazette - 1821-1822