THE ORIGIN OF VERMILLION, OR THE LOVES OF PAINTING AND MUSIC
In days that's past past beyond our ken When Painter's saw like other men And music sang the voice of truth Yet sigh'd for Painting's homely proof Her modest blush first gave him taste And chance to Vermillion gave first place As snails trace o'er the morning dew He thus lines of beauty drew Those far faint lines Vermillion dyed With wonder view'd - enchanted cried
