Divinely shapen cup, thy lip
  Unto me seemeth thus to speak:
“Behold in me the workmanship,
  The grace and cunning of a Greek!

“Long ages since he mixed the clay,
  Whose sense of symmetry was such,
The labor of a single day
  Immortal...

From “Don Juan,” Canto III.
THE ISLES of Greece, the isles of Greece!
  Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
  Where Delos rose, and Phœbus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet;
But all, except their sun, is...

Poet: Lord Byron