Leave him, and to Hymettusa#39; top repair I Thy darling Cephalus expects thee there. The goddess, with a blush, her love betrays, But mounts, and driving rapidly, obeys. ... Her lofty front she diadems around With sacred pines, like Ops on Ida crowna#39;d ; Her dewy locks with various flowers new-blown, She interweaves, various, and all her own, For Proserpine, ... thee playing in the western deep, How oft she cries a aquot; Ah Phoebus I why repair Thy wasted force, why seek refreshment there !
|Title||:||The poetical works of William Cowper, ed. by H.F. Cary|