There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With feathered cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
Can you guess who it is? A hint: it is NOT Apollo. Oh, and I want the Greek name, not the Roman one. Plus, extra points for correctly guessing the hidden context of the poem. Feel free to use Google.