@media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){}To Chloe kind and Chloe fair,
With sparkling eye and flowing hair,
Tune the harp, and raise the song;
Such as to Beauty doth belong!
Let the strain be sweet and clear;
Such as through the listening ear,
In well-according harmony,
May with the 'tranced soul agree!
She is Pleasure's blooming Queen:
In the Morn more fresh her mien,
When awaken'd from repose,
Than the summer's dewy rose:
In the Ev'ning brighter far
Than the ocean-bathed star.
And when Night the friend of Love
Bids the silent hour improve,
To the ravish'd senses She
Gives joy, and bliss, and ecstasy.