"Let new delights each dancing hour employ, "Sport follow sport, and joy fucceed to joy,” The goddess grants the fimple youth's request, The The youth, while joy fits sparkling in his eyes, Pants on her neck, and in her bofom dies; From her smooth cheek nectareous dew he fips, And all his foul comes breathing to his lips. But Maia turns her modeft eyes away, She looks again, and fees with fad surprize On the clear glass far diff'rent scenes arise : O'er hung with weeds she saw, and rough with thorn; With ftings of afps the leafless plants were wreath'd, His eyes, that shot before a funny beam, Now scarcely fhed a fad'ning, dying gleam; His His crystal vafe was on the pavement roll'd, Fled were his flaves, and fled his yielding fair, Afide the damfel turns her weeping eyes, To whom thus mildly speaks the radiant queen : Smiling Smiling fhe darts her glitt'ring branch on high, “And spreads her fragrant blossoms to the sky." * Next to the throne fhe faw a knight advance, Erect he ftood, and shook a quiv'ring lance; A fiery dragon on his helmet fhone, And on his buckler beam'd a golden fun; O'er his broad bofom blaz'd his jointed mail With many a gem, and many a fhining feale; He trod the founding floor with princely mien, And thus with haughty words address'd the queen : "Let falling kings beneath my javʼlin bleed, "And bind my temples with a victor's meed; "Let ev'ry realm that feels the folar ray, "Shrink at my frown, and own my regal sway : "Let Ind's rich banks declare my deathless fame, "And trembling Ganges dread my potent name." The queen confented to the warriour's pray'r, And his bright banners floated in the air : * Glory, He He bade his darts in fteely tempefts fly, Flames burft the clouds, and thunder fhake the sky; Death aim'd his lance, earth trembled at his nod, And crimson conqueft glow'd where'er he trod. And now the damfel, fix'd in deep amaze, His guards retir'd, his glimm'ring taper spent ; His gory falchin near his pillow ftood, And ftain'd the ground with drops of purple blood; A busy page his nodding helm unlac'd, And on the couch his fcaly hauberk plac'd : Now on the bed his weary limbs he throws Warm |