The Dresden Venuses

Thou, Goddess, lulled by Titian to repose,
Art like the deep whence erst thy form arose
When wave on wave in slumbering stillness lies
And one smooth surface glasses the great skies.
But thou by Palma limned art like the free
And blithe awaking of the early sea
When myriad sunbeams strike the unshielded main,
And myriad dimpling laugh them back again.
This with allurement, that with awe delights;
As sweetly this forbids as that invites;
Had these contended on the Idsean hill,
The Dardan's prize had been disputed still.