Here you will find the Poem Nymph And Zephyr: A Statuary Group. By Westmacott of poet Letitia Elizabeth Landon
AND the summer sun shone in the sky, And the rose's whole life was in its sigh, When her eyelids were kiss'd by a morning beam, And the Nymph rose up from her moonlit dream; For she had watch'd the midnight hour Till her head had bow'd like a sleeping flower; But now she had waken'd, and light and dew Gave her morning freshness and morning hue,-- Up she sprang, and away she fled O'er the lithe grass stem and the blossom's head, From the lillies' bells she dash'd not the spray, For her feet were as light and as white as they. Sudden upon her arm there shone A gem with the hues of an Indian stone, And she knew the insect bird whose wing Is sacred to PSYCHE and to spring; But scarce had her touch its captive prest Ere another prisoner was on her breast, And the Zephyr sought his prize again,-- 'No,' said the Nymph, thy search is vain: And her golden hair from its braided yoke Burst like the banner of hope as she spoke, 'And instead, fair boy, thou shalt moralize Over the pleasure that from thee flies; Then it is pleasure,--for we possess But in the search, not in the success.'
