What skilful limner ever would choose
To paint the rainbow's varying hues.
Unless to mortal it were given
To dip his brush in dyes of heaven? [ Scott ]

Who has not seen that feeling born of flame
Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
The rapturous touch of some divine surprise
Flash deep suffusion of celestial dyes:
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed,
And the heart's secret was at once confessed? [ Abraham Coles ]