on white honey-comb, lends radiance to the white wax, so your hair on your brow casts light for a shadow. [36] [36] WHY HAVE YOU SOUGHT Why have you sought the Greeks, Eros, when such delight was yours in the far depth of sky: there you could note bright ivory take colour where she bent her face, and watch fair gold shed gold on radiant surface of porch and pillar: and ivory and bright gold, polished and lustrous grow faint beside that wondrous flesh and print of her foot-hold: Love, why do you tempt the Grecian porticoes? Here men are bent with thought