Chapter V: Part 5

As spoke the muse thus, loud and strong was heard,
Of fluttering pinions in the air the sound;
And hailing voices from high branches came.
Jove's daughter then around enquiring look'd
(The sounds she hears, so like the human voice,
From human voice she deems them) birds the sound
Emitted: magpies were they;--magpies nine:
Their doom lamenting, on the boughs they sate,
Aping in voice their neighbours all around.
Then to the wondering goddess, thus the muse
Explain'd: "These vanquish'd in the arduous strife
"Of song, to us submitting, swell the crowd
"Of feather'd fliers. In Pellenian lands
"Most rich was Pierus their sire; to him
"Evippe of Paeonia bore the nymphs;
"Nine times invoking great Lucina's aid.
"Vain of their number, proud the sister-crew,
"In folly journey'd through Thessalia's towns,
"And through the towns of Greece; when here arriv'd
"Thus to the test of power their words provoke:--
"At length desist to cheat the senseless crowd
"With harmony pretended, Thespian maids!
"With us contend, if faith your talents give
"For such a trial. Ye in voice and skill
"Surpass us not,--our numbers are the same.
"If vanquish'd, yield the Medusaean fount,
"And Hyantean Aganippe,--we
"If conquer'd, all Emanthaea's regions cede,
"Far as Paeonia's snows. The nymphs around
"The contest shall decide. Deep shame we felt
"Thus to contend, but deeper shame appear'd
"To yield without contention to their boast.
"The nymphs elected to adjudge the prize
"Swear by the floods; and on the living rock
"Seated, await to hear the rival songs.

"Then one, impatient who should first commence,
"Or we, or they, arises;--sings the war
"Of gods and giants; to the rebels gives
"False praises; and the high celestials' power
"Much under-rating, tells how Typhon, rais'd.
"From earth's most deep recesses, struck with fear
"All heaven: each god betook him straight to flight
"Far distant, till th' Egyptian land receiv'd
"Each weary'd foot, where Nile's dissever'd stream
"Pours in seven mouths. How earth-born Typhon here,
"They tell, pursu'd them; and each god, conceal'd
"In feign'd resemblance, cheated there his power.
"Jove, (so she sung) a leading ram became;
"(Whence still the Lybians form their Ammon horn'd)
"The crow Apollo hid: a goat the son
"Of Semele became: Diana skulk'd
"In shape a cat: a snow-white cow conceal'd
"The form of Juno: Venus seem'd a fish:
"And 'neath an Ibis Hermes safely crouch'd.

"Thus far she mov'd her vocal lips; thus far
"Her lyre her voice attended: then they call
"For our Aoenian song. But that to hear,
"Perchance your leisure suits not; pressing deeds
"Unlike our songs must more your time demand."
Pallas replies;--"be hesitation far,
"And all your song from first commence relate."
So saying, in the forest's pleasing shade
She rested; while the Muse proceeding, spoke.

"To one the sole contending task we give,
"Calliope;--she rises, neatly bound,
"Her flowing tresses with an ivy wreath.
"With dexterous thumb the trembling strings she tries,
"Then to their quivering sounds this song subjoins.
"Ceres at first with crooked plough upturn'd
"The glebe; she first mild fruits and milder corn
"Gave to the earth; and rules to tend them gave:
"All gifts from her proceed. To her the song
"I raise. Would that my best exerted power,
"A song to suit thy least deserts could form,
"O, goddess! worthy of our loftiest praise.

"The vast Sicilian isle, with pressure huge
"Thrown o'er them, deep the limbs gigantic weighs
"Of huge Typhoeus, who the heavenly throne
"Had dar'd to hope for: struggling oft he tries,
"His efforts, daily bent to lift his load:
"But hard Pelorus on his right hand lies,
"Ausonia facing; while Pachyne rests
"Heavy to left: wide o'er his giant thighs
"Spreads Lilyboeum: Etna presses down
"His head; beneath whose crater, laid supine,
"From his hot mouth he ashes sends, and flames.
"Thus with his body labouring to remove
"The ponderous load of earth;--whole towns o'erwhelm;
"And lofty hills o'erturn; trembles the ground;
"And Hell's dread monarch fears a chasm should gape:
"And through the opening wide his realm display:
"The trembling ghosts with light un'custom'd scar'd.
"The shock to meet expecting, starts the king
"Quick from his cloudy throne; and in his car
"Borne by his sable steeds, with care surveys
"Sicilia's deep foundations; wide around
"Exploring all; then with his toils content,
"No ruin'd part detected, flings aside
"Each apprehension. Strolling now at ease,
"Him Venus from the Erycinian hill
"Espy'd; and to her feather'd son, who lay
"Clasp'd in her arms, exclaim'd;--O, Cupid! son!
"My sole assistant! sole defence and aid!
"Seize now that weapon which o'er all has sway,
"That piercing dart,--and deep within the breast
"Of the dark god whose lot was given to rule
"The nether regions of the triple realm,
"Bury it. All the gods thy might confess;
"Ev'n Jove himself. The ocean powers allow
"Thy rule, and he whom Ocean's powers obey.
"Why then should Tartarus alone evade
"Thy thrall? Why not my empire and thine own
"With that complete? Of all the world's extent
"A third is stak'd. Nay more, our utmost power,
"Heaven our own seat contemns;--thy potent sway,
"And mine alike impair'd. Behold'st thou not
"Minerva, with the quiver-bearing maid
"Deserting me? Thus will the blooming child
"Of Ceres, if we grant it, still remain
"Inviolate a virgin;--thither tend
"Her anxious hopes. But thou, if dear thou hold'st
"Our mutual realm, the virgin goddess link
"In union with her uncle.--Venus spoke:
"His quiver he unlooses; from the heap
"Of darts, by her directed, one selects,
"Than which none bore a keener point; than which,
"None flew more certain,--trusty to the string.
"Bends to his knee the yielding horn, then sends
"Through Pluto's heart the bearded arrow sure.
"Not far from Enna's walls, a lake expands
"Profound in watery stores, Pergusa nam'd:
"Not ev'n Caisters' murmuring stream e'er heard
"The songster-swans more frequent. Woods o'ertop
"The waters, rising round on every side;
"And veil from Phoebus' rays the surface cool.
"A shade the branches form; the moist earth round,
"Produces purple flowers: perpetual spring
"Here reigns. While straying sportive in this grove
"Here Proserpine the violet cropp'd, and here
"The lily fair; with childish ardor warm'd
"Her bosom filling, and her basket high:
"Proud to surpass her comrades all around
"In skilful culling, she herself was seen;
"Was chosen, and by Dis was snatch'd away.
"Love urg'd him to the deed. Th' affrighted maid,
"Loud on her mother, and her comrades call'd;
"But chief her mother, with lamenting shrieks.
"Then as her robe she rent, the well-cull'd flowers
"Slipp'd through the loosen'd folds: e'en this (so great
"Her girlish innocence) her tears increas'd.
"Swiftly the robber speeds his car along
"Urging his steeds' exertions each by name;
"'Bove their high manes and necks the rusty reins
"Rattling, as o'er the wide Palician lake,
"Where the cleft earth with sulphur boils, he whirls:
"And where the Bacchiads, from the double sea
"Of Corinth wandering, rais'd their lofty walls;
"'Twixt two unequal havens. Midst, the stream,
"Pisaean Arethusa, and the lake
"Of Cyane are seen, close round embrac'd
"By narrowing horns. This Cyane was once,
"Of all Sicilia's nymphs, the fairest deem'd;
"Who gave the lake her name. She to the waist
"Uprais'd, amidst the waters stood, and knew
"The god, and,--here thy speed must stay,--exclaim'd;
"Nor e'er of Ceres hope the son-in-law
"'Gainst her consent to be: beseechings bland,
"Not rugged rape, thy purpos'd hope might gain.
"If lofty things with low I durst compare,
"Anapis lov'd me; but the nuptial couch,
"I press'd, entreated,--not as thus in dread.
"She said;--her arms extended wide, and stopp'd
"His course. The angry son of Saturn flames
"Swelling with rage; exhorts his furious steeds;
"Throws with a forceful arm, and buries deep
"His regal sceptre in the lowest gulph:
"Wide gapes the stricken earth; an opening gives
"To hell, and headlong down, the car descends.

Now equal Cyane the goddess mourns,
"So forc'd; and her own sacred stream despis'd;
"A cureless wound her silent breast contains;
"And all in tears she wastes: lost in those waves,
"Where lately sovereign goddess she had rul'd.
"Soft grow her limbs, and flexile seem her bones;
"Her nails their hardness lose. The tenderest parts.
"Melt into water long before the rest:
"Her tresses green; her fingers, legs, and feet.
"Quickly this change the smaller limbs perceive,
"To cooling rills transform'd. Next after these,
"Her back, her shoulders, breasts, and sides dissolve,
"And vanish all in streams. A limpid flood
"Now fills the veins that once in purple flow'd;
"Nought of the nymph to fill the grasp remains.

"Meantime the trembling mother through the earth,
"And o'er the main, the goddess vainly sought.
"Aurora rising, with her locks of gold;
"Nor Hesper sinking, saw her labors cease.
"With either hand at Etna's flaming mouth,
"A torch she lighted, restless these she bore
"In dewy darkness. Then renew'd again
"Her labor, till fair day made blunt the stars;
"From Sol's first rising till his evening fall.
"Weary'd at length, and parch'd with thirst,--no stream
"Her lips to moisten nigh, by chance she spy'd
"A straw-thatch'd cot, and knock'd the humble door.
"An ancient dame thence stepp'd,--the goddess saw,
"And brought her, (who for water simply crav'd)
"A pleasing draught where roasted grain had boil'd.
"Swallowing the gift presented, rudely came
"A brazen-fronted boy, and facing stood:
"Then laughing mock'd to see her greedy drink.
"Angry grew Ceres, all the offer'd draught,
"Yet unconsum'd, she drench'd him as he jeer'd,
"With barley mixt with liquid: straight his face
"The spots imbib'd; and what but now as arms
"He bore, as legs he carries; to his limbs
"Thus chang'd, a tail is added; shrunk in size,
"Small is his power to harm; shorter he seems
"Than the small lizard. Swift away he fled
"(As, wondering, weeping, try'd the dame to clasp
"His changing form) and gain'd a sheltering hole.
"Well suits his star-like skin the name he bears.

"Long were the tale to tell, what tracts of land
"What tracts of sea, the wandering goddess pass'd.
"Earth now no spot unsearch'd affording, back
"To Sicily she turns; with close research
"Each part exploring, till at length she comes
"To Cyane; who all the tale had told
"If still unchang'd: much as she wish'd to speak
"Nor lips, nor tongue can aid her; nought remains
"Speech to afford. Yet plain a sign she gives,
"The zone of Proserpine upon her waves
"Light floating; in the sacred stream it fell;--
"Dropt as she pass'd the place. Well Ceres knew
"The sight, and then--as then her loss first known,
"Tore her dishevell'd tresses, beat her breast
"With blows on blows redoubled. Still unknown
"The spot that holds her, every part of earth
"Blaming, ungrateful, worthless of her fruits.
"But chief Trinacria, in whose isle was found
"The vestige of her loss. For this she breaks
"With furious hand the glebe up-turning plough:
"And angry, to an equal death she dooms,
"The tiller and his ox: forbids the fields
"Back to return th' entrusted grain; the seeds
"All rotting. Now that fertile land, renown'd
"Through the wide earth, lies useless; all the grain
"Dies in the earliest shoots: now scorching rays;
"Now floods of rain destroy it: noxious stars
"Now harm; now blighting winds: and hungry birds
"The scatter'd seed devour: the darnel springs,
"The thistle, and the knot-grass thick, which choke
"The sprouting wheat, and make the harvest void.

"Now Arethusa from th' Eleian waves
"Exalts her head; her dropping tresses flung
"Back from her forehead, parting shade her ears:
"And thus;--O goddess! mother of the maid,
"So sought through earth, mother of all earth's fruits!
"Cease now thy toilsome labor; cease thine ire,
"Against the land that prov'd to thee so true:
"Thine ire unmerited; unwilling she,
"Op'd for the spoil a passage. Hither I
"No suppliant for my native isle approach;
"An alien here sojourning. Pisa's land
"My country; there near Elis first I sprung:
"A stranger now in Sicily I dwell.
"This soil, more grateful far than is my own;
"This soil, where I my houshold gods have plac'd;
"I, Arethusa, and have fix'd my seat,
"Preserve, mild goddess! Why I chang'd my land,
"Why to Ortygia, through the wide waves borne,
"I came, a more appropriate hour will ask;
"When you, from care reliev'd, can grant your ear
"With brow unclouded. Through the opening earth
"I flow; and borne through subterraneous depths,
"Here lift again my head, again behold
"The long-lost stars. Hence was my lot to see,
"As pass'd my stream close by the Stygian gulph,
"Your Proserpine;--sad still her face appear'd,
"Nor fear had wholly left it. Yet she reigns
"A queen; the mightiest in the realm of shade,
"The powerful consort of th' infernal king.

"Like marble at the words the mother stands,
"Stupid with grief; and long astounded seems:
"Sorrow by heavier sorrow now surpass'd.
"Then in her chariot mounts th' ethereal sky,
"And stands indignant at th' imperial throne;
"Her locks wild flowing, and her face in clouds.
"Lo! here a suppliant, Jove,--she cry'd,--I come,
"To beg for her, my daughter and thine own;
"For if no favor may the mother find,
"The daughter's claim may move. Let not thy child
"Deserve thy care the less, as born of me.
"Lo! my lost maid, so long, so vainly sought
"At length is found; if finding we may call
"A surer loss; if finding we may call
"The knowledge where she is. Her ravish'd charms
"I'll pardon; let him but my child restore.
"What though a robber might my daughter wed,
"Thine sure is worthy of a different mate!
"Then Jove;--our daughter, our dear mutual pledge,
"As yours, so mine, demands our mutual care.
"But rightly still affairs if we design,
"What you lament will no injustice prove;
"Love only. Sure, a son-in-law like him,
"Can ne'er degrade, will you consent but yield.
"Grant nought beyond,--'tis no such trivial boast,
"Jove's brother to be call'd! How then, if more
"I claim pre-eminence from chance alone!
"Still, if so obstinate your wish remains
"For separation, go,--let Proserpine
"To heaven return, on this condition strict,
"Her lips no food have touch'd. So will the fates.
"He ceas'd.--Glad Ceres, certain to regain
"Her daughter, knew not what the fates forbade.
"Her fast was broken; thoughtless as she stray'd
"Around the garden, from a bending tree
"She pluck'd a fair pomegranate, and seven seeds
"From the pale rind she pick'd, and ate. None saw
"Save one, Ascalaphus, the luckless deed;
"Whom Orphne, fam'd Avernus' nymphs among,
"To Acheron, long since, 'tis said, produc'd
"Beneath a dusky cave. He, cruel, told;
"And his discovery stay'd the hop'd return.

"Much wept the queen of Pluto, but she chang'd
"The vile informer to an hideous shape:
"Sprinkled with streams of Phlegethon, his head
"Feather'd appears, with beak, and monstrous eyes;
"Spoil'd of his shape, with yellow feathers cloth'd:
"Large grows his head; bent are his lengthen'd nails;
"Scarcely he moves the pinions which are shot
"Light from his lazy arms. A filthy bird
"Becoming;--constant presager of woe;
"An owl inactive; omen dire to man.

"Well he by his informing tongue deserv'd,
"His doom, but Acheloides, from whence
"Your wings, and bird-like feet, whilst still you bear
"Your virgin features? Was it that you mix'd,
"When Proserpine the vernal flowers would cull,
"Amidst her numerous train? The nymph you sought
"Through earth's extent in vain; that ocean too
"Your anxious search might scape not, straight you pray'd
"For waving wings to winnow o'er the deep;
"And favouring gods you found. Of golden hue
"Quick-shooting wings your arms you saw bespread;
"But lest your inbred song, which every ear
"Had charm'd; and lest your highly-gifted voice,
"Your tongue should fail to use;--a virgin face,
"And speech yet human are indulg'd you still.

"Now Jove as umpire 'twixt the angry pair
"His mourning sister, and his brother, bids
"The year revolving either side oblige:
"Now will the goddess, mutual in each realm,
"Six months with Ceres dwell in heaven; and six
"Reign with her spouse in hell. Straight were perceiv'd
"The goddess' countenance, and demeanour chang'd.
"For now her forehead, which had still retain'd,
"(To Pluto even) a sad and sorrowing gloom,
"Gladden'd: so Phoebus long in cloudy shade
"Envelop'd, shines, their umbrous veil dispers'd.
"Now Ceres calm, her daughter safe regain'd,
"Enquires:--O Arethusa! say the cause,
"Which hither brought thee; why a sacred fount?
"Hush'd were the waves; and from the lowest depths
"The goddess rais'd her head; and as she told,
"The old amours the flood of Elis knew,
"Press'd out the water from her tresses green.

"Once with the nymphs, that on Achaia's hills
"Rove, was I seen; none closer beat than I
"The thickets; none than I more skilful spread
"Th' ensnaring net. Yet though no fame I sought
"For beauty; though robust, I bore the name
"Of beauteous. Whilst the constant theme of praise,
"My features fair, to me no pleasure gave;
"What other nymphs inspire with joyful pride,
"Corporeal charms, did but my blushes raise.
"To please I thought a crime. Once tir'd with sport,
"The Stymphalidian forest I had left:
"Warm was the day; I with redoubled heat,
"Glow'd from my toil. A gliding stream I found
"By ripplings undisturb'd; silent and smooth
"It flow'd; so clear, that every stone was seen
"On the deep bottom; gently crept the waves;
"To creep scarce seeming; o'er the shelving banks
"The stream-fed poplar, and the willow hoar,
"A grateful shadow cast. The brink I reach'd
"Dipp'd first my feet, then waded to my knee;
"Not yet content, I loos'd my zone, and hung
"Upon a bending osier my soft robe:
"Then naked plung'd amid the stream; the waves
"Beating, and sporting in a thousand shapes;
"My arms around in every posture flung;
"A strange unusual murmur seem'd to sound,
"Deep from the bottom; terror-struck I gain'd
"The nearest brink;--when,--whither dost thou fly?
"O, Arethusa? whither dost thou fly?
"Alphaeus, from his waters, hoarse exclaim'd!
"Vestless I fled, for on th' opposing bank
"My garment hung. Fiercer the god pursu'd;
"Fiercer he burn'd, all naked as I ran:
"Prepar'd more ready for his force I seem'd.
"Such was my flight, and such was his pursuit;
"As when on trembling wings, before the hawk
"Fly the mild doves: as when the hawk fierce drives
"The trembling doves before him. Long the chase
"I bore; Orchomenus, and Psophis soon
"I pass'd, and pass'd Cyllene, and the caves
"Of Maenalus, and Erymanthus' frosts,
"To Elis, ere his speed could cope with mine.
"In strength unequal, I sustain'd no more
"The toilsome race; he stouter flagg'd less soon.
"But still o'er plains I ran; o'er mountains thick
"With forests clad; o'er stones, and rugged rocks;
"And pathless spots. Behind me Phoebus shone.
"I saw, if fear deceiv'd me not, far spread
"His shade before me. What could less deceive,
"I heard his footsteps; and his breath full strong
"Blew on my banded tresses. Weary'd, faint
"With the long flight, I cry'd;--Dictynna, chaste!
"Lost am I,--help a quiver-bearing nymph,
"One who thy bow has oft entrusted borne;
"And oft thy quiver, loaded full with darts.
"Mov'd was the goddess; from the darkest clouds
"She one selected, and around me threw.
"The river-god, about the misty veil
"Pry'd anxious; and unwitting deeply grop'd
"Within the hollow cloud! Unconscious, twice
"The spot he compass'd, where Diana thought
"My safety surest; twice he then aloud
"Ho! Arethusa,--Arethusa! call'd:--
"What terror seiz'd my soul! not less the dread
"Of lambs, when round the sheltering fold they hear
"The wolves loud howling: or the trembling hare
"Close in a bramble hid, who sees approach
"The wide-mouth'd, hostile hounds, and fears to move.
"Further he pass'd not, for beyond the place
"No footsteps he discern'd, but guarding watch'd
"Around the mist. So closely thus besieg'd,
"My limbs a cold sweat seiz'd; cerulean drops
"Fell from my body; when my feet I mov'd,
"A pool remain'd; fast dropp'd my hair in dew;
"And speedier than the wonderous tale I tell,
"Chang'd to a stream I flow'd. But soon the god,
"Knew his lov'd waters; laid the man aside,
"And straight assum'd his proper watery form;
"With mine to mingle. Dian' cleft the ground;
"Sinking, through caverns dark I held my way;
"And reach'd Ortygia, from the goddess nam'd;
"There first ascending view'd the upper skies.

"Here Arethusa ceas'd. Then Ceres yokes
"The coupled dragons to her car, their mouths
"Curb'd by the reins; and through the air is borne,
"Midway 'twixt heaven and earth. At Pallas' town
"Arriv'd, Triptolemus the car ascends,
"By her commission'd;--bade to spread the seed
"Entrusted: part on ground untill'd before;
"And part on land which long had fallow laid.
"O'er Europe now, and Asia's lands, the youth
"Sublimely sails, and reaches Scythia's clime,
"Where Lyncus rul'd. Beneath the monarch's roof,
"Here enter'd; and to him, who curious sought
"How there he journey'd; what his journey's cause;
"His name, and country; thus the youth reply'd.--
"Athens the fam'd, my country; and my name
"Triptolemus: but neither o'er the main,
"Borne in a ship, nor travelling slow by land,
"I hither came; my path was through the air.
"I bring the gift of Ceres; scatter'd wide
"Through all your spacious fields, quickly restor'd
"In fruitful crops the wholesome food will spring.
"The barbarous monarch, envious he should bear
"So great a blessing, takes him for his guest,
"And when with sleep weigh'd down attacks him. Rais'd
"To pierce his bosom, was the sword;--just then
"The wretch, by Ceres, to a lynx was turn'd.
"Then mounts again the youth, and through the air
"Bids him once more the sacred dragons steer.

"Our chosen champion ended here her lays,
"And all the nymphs unanimous, exclaim'd;--
"The Heliconian goddesses have gain'd.
"Vanquish'd, the others rail'd. When she resum'd:--
"Is not your punishment enough deserv'd?
"Foil'd in the contest, must you swell your crime,
"With base revilings? Patient now no more,
"To punish we begin; what anger bids,
"We now perform.--Loud laugh'd the scornful maids,
"Our threatening words despis'd, and strove to speak,
"And clapp'd with outcries menacing, their hands.
"When from their fingers shooting plumes they spy;
"And feathers shade their arms; her sister's face,
"Each sees to harden in an horny beak;
"To beat their bosoms trying with rais'd arms,
"In air suspended, on those arms they move;
"The new-shap'd birds the sylvan tribes increase:
"Magpies, the scandal of the grove. Thus chang'd,
"Their former eloquence they still maintain,
"In hoarse garrulity, and empty noise."

*The Sixth Book.*

Trial of skill betwixt Pallas and Arachne. Transformation of
Arachne to a spider. Pride of Niobe. Her children slain by Apollo
and Diana. Her change to marble. The Lycian peasants changed to
frogs. Fate of Marsyas. Pelops. Story of Tereus, Procne, and
Philomela. Their change to birds. Boreas and Orithyia. Birth of
Zethes and Calais.

THE *Sixth Book* OF THE METAMORPHOSES OF OVID.

Minerva pleas'd attention to the muse,
While thus she spoke afforded; prais'd the song,
And prais'd the just resentment of the maids.
Then to herself;--"the vengeance others take,
"Merely to praise were mean. I too should claim
"Like praise, for like revenge; nor longer bear
"My power contemn'd, by who unpunish'd live."
And on Arachne, fair Maeoenian maid,
She turns her vengeful mind; whose skill she heard
Rivall'd her own in labors of the loom.
No fame her natal town, no fame her sire
On her bestow'd; her skill conferr'd renown.
Idmon of Colophon, her humble sire
Soak'd in the Phocian dye the spongy wool.
Her mother, late deceas'd, from lowest stock,
Had sprung; and wedded with an equal mate.
Yet had she gain'd through all the Lydian towns
For skill a mighty fame. Though born so low,
Though small Hypaepe was her sole abode,
Oft would the nymphs the vine-clad Tmolus leave
To view her wonderous work. Oft would the nymphs
In admiration quit Pactolus' waves.
Nor pleasure only gave the finish'd robe,
When view'd; but while she work'd she gave delight;
Such comely grace in every turn appear'd.
Whether she rounded into balls the wool;
Or with her fingers mollify'd the fleece;
And comb'd it floating light in cloudy waves;
Or her smooth spindle twirl'd with agile thumb;
Or with her needle painted: plain was seen
Her skill from Pallas learnt. This to concede
Unwilling, she ev'n such a tutor scorn'd
Exclaiming:--"come let her the contest try;
"If vanquish'd, let her fix my well-earn'd fate."

Pallas, an ancient matron's form conceals;
Grey hairs thin strew her temples, and a staff
Supports her tottering limbs; while thus she speaks:--
"Old age though little priz'd, much good attends;
"Experience always grows with lengthen'd years:
"Spurn not my admonition. Great thy fame,
"Midst mortals, for the wonders of the loom.
"Great may it be, but to immortals yield:
"Bold nymph retract, and pardon for thy words,
"With suppliant voice require; Pallas will grant."
Sternly the damsel views her; quits the threads
Unfinish'd; scarce her hand from force restrains:
And rage in all her features flushing fierce,
Thus to the goddess, well-disguis'd, she speaks:--
"Weak dotard, spent with too great gift of years,
"Curst with too long existence, hence, begone!
"Such admonition to thy daughters give,
"If daughters hast thou; or thy sons have wives:
"Enough for me my inbred wisdom serves.
"Hope not, that ought thy vain advice has sway'd
"My purpose; still my challenge holds the same.
"Why comes your goddess not? why shuns she still
"The trying contest?" Then the goddess,--"Lo!
"She comes,"--and flung her aged form aside,
Minerva's form displaying. Every nymph,
And every dame Mygdonian, lowly bent
In veneration. While Arachne sole
Stood stedfast, unalarm'd; but yet she blush'd.
A sudden flush her angry face deep ting'd,
But sudden faded pale. A ruddy glow
Thus teints the early sky, when first the morn
Arises; quickly from the solar ray
Paling to brightness. On her purpos'd boast
Still stubborn bent, she obstinately courts
Her sure destruction, for the empty hope
Of conquest in the strife so madly urg'd.
No more Jove's maid refuses, gives no more
Her empty admonitions, nor delays
The contest: each her station straight assumes,
Tighten each web; each slender thread prepare.
Firm to the beam the cloth is fix'd; the reed
The warp divides, with pointed shuttle, swift
Gliding between; which quick their fingers throw,
Quick extricate, and with the toothy comb
Firm press'd between the warp, the threads unite.
Both hasten now; their garments round them girt,
Their skilful hands they ply: their toil forgot
In anxious wish for conquest. There appear'd,
The wool of Tyrian dye, and softening teints
Lost imperceptible. So seems the arch
Coloring a spacious portion of the sky;
Struck by the rays of Phoebus, when the showers
Recede, a thousand varying tinges shine;
The soft transition mocks the straining eye,
So like the shades which join, though far distinct
Their distant teints. In slender threads they twist
The pliant gold, and in the web display,
Each as she works, an ancient story fair.
Minerva paints the rock of Mars so fam'd
In Cecrops' city, and the well-known strife
To name the town. Twice six celestials sate
On their high thrones, great Jupiter around
In gravity majestic; every god
Bore his celestial features. Jove appear'd
In royal dignity. The Ocean power
Standing she pictur'd, with his trident huge
Smiting the rugged rock; from the cleft stone
Leap'd forth a steed; and thence the town to name
The privilege he claim'd. Herself she paints
Shielded, and arm'd with keenly-pointed spear.
Helm'd was her head; her breast the AEgis bore.
Struck by her spear, the earth a hoary tree
She shews producing, loaded thick with fruit.
The wondering gods the gift admire; the prize
To her awarded, ends the glorious work.

More, that the daring rival of her art,
Should learn experimental, what reward
Her mad attempt might hope, four parts she adds;
And every part a test of power presents:
Bright the small figures in her colors shine.
This angle Thracian Rhodope contains,
With Haemus; both their mortal bodies now,
To frozen mountains chang'd; whose lofty pride
Assum'd the titles of celestial powers.
Another corner held the wretched fate
Felt by Pygmaea's matron; Juno bade
Her vanquish'd rival soar aloft a crane;
And on her people wage continual war.
Antigone, she paints;--audacious she
With Jove's imperial consort durst contend;
By Jove's imperial queen she flits a bird:
Nor aids her Ilium ought; nor aids her sire,
Laoemedon;--upborne on snowy wings,
A stork she rises; loud with chattering bill
She noises. In the sole remaining part,
Was childless Cynaras, in close embrace,
Grasping the temple's steps, his daughters once;
And as he lies extended on the stone,
In marble seems to weep. Around the piece
She spreads the peaceful olive: all complete
Her work is ended with her favorite tree.

Arachne paints Europa, by a bull
Deceiv'd; the god a real bull appears;
And real seem the waves. She, backward turn'd,
Views the receding shore, and seems to shriek
Loud to her lost companions; seems to dread
The dashing waves, and timid shrinks her feet.
She draws Asteria, by the god o'er-power'd,
Cloth'd in an eagle. Leda, fair she lays
Beneath his wings, when he a swan appears.
She adds how Jove beneath a Satyr's shape
Conceal'd, the beauteous child of Nycteus fill'd,
With a twin-offspring. In Amphytrion's form
Alcmena, thou wert press'd. A golden shower
Danae deceiv'd. A flame AEgina caught.
A shepherd's shape Mnemosyne beguil'd.
And fair Deoeis trusts a speckled snake.
Thee, Neptune, too she painted, for the maid
AEolian, to a threatening bull transform'd.
Thou, as Enipeus, didst the Aloid twins
Beget. Beneath the semblance of a ram,
Theophane was cheated. Ceres mild,
Of grain inventress, with her yellow locks,
In shape a courser felt thy ardent love.
Medusa, mother of the flying steed,
Nymph of the snaky tresses, in a bird
Conceal'd, you forc'd. Melantho in a fish.
To these the damsel, all well-suiting forms
Dispens'd, and all well-suiting scenes attend.
And there Apollo in a herdsman's guise
Wanders. And now he soars a plumy hawk:
Now stalks a lordly lion. As a swain
Macarean Isse, felt his amorous guile,
Erigone to Bacchus' flame was dup'd
Beneath a well-seem'd grape. Saturn produc'd
The Centaur doubly-shap'd, in form a steed.
Her web's extremes a slender border girt,
Where flowery wreathes, and twining ivy blend.

Not Pallas,--not even envy's rankling soul
Could blame the work. The bright immortal griev'd
To view her rival's merit, angry tore
The picture glowing with celestial crimes.
A boxen shuttle, grasping in her hand,
Thrice on the forehead of th' Idmonian maid
She struck. No more Arachne, hapless bore,
But twisted round her neck with desperate pride
A cord. The deed Minerva pitying saw
And check'd her rash suspension.--"Impious wretch!
"Still live," she cry'd, "but still suspended hang;
"Curs'd to futurity, for all thy race,
"Thy sons and grandsons, to the latest day
"Alike shall feel the sentence." Speaking thus,
The juice of Hecat's baleful plant she throws:
Instant besprinkled by the noxious drops,
Her tresses fall; her nose and ears are lost;
Her body shrinks; her head is lessen'd more;
Her slender fingers root within her sides,
Serving as legs; her belly forms the rest;
From whence her thread she still derives and spins:
Her art pursuing in the spider's shape.

All Lydia rung; the wonderous rumor spread
Through every Phrygian town; the tale employ'd
The tongues of all mankind. The nymph was known,
Ere yet Amphion's nuptial bed she press'd,
To Niobe. She, when a virgin dwelt
In Lydian Sipylus. She still unmov'd,
Arachne's neighboring fate not heeded, still
Proudly refus'd before the gods to bend;
And spoke in haughty boasting. Much her pride
By favoring gifts was swol'n. Not the fine skill
Amphion practis'd; not the lofty birth
Each claim'd; not all their mighty kingdom's power,
So rais'd her soul (of all though justly proud)
As her bright offspring. Justly were she call'd
Most blest of mothers; but her bliss too great
Seem'd to herself, and caus'd a dread reverse.

Now Manto, sprung from old Tiresias, skill'd
In future fate, impell'd by power divine,
In every street with wild prophetic tongue
Exclaim'd;--"Ye Theban matrons, haste in crowds,
"Your incense offer, and your pious prayers,
"To great Latona, and the heavenly twins,
"Latona's offspring; all your temples bound
"With laurel garlands. This the goddess bids;
"Through me commands it." All of Thebes obey,
And gird their foreheads with the order'd leaves;
The incense burn, and with the sacred flames
Their pious prayers ascend. Lo! 'midst a crowd
Of nymphs attendant, far conspicuous seen;
Comes Niobe, in gorgeous Phrygian robe,
Inwrought with gold, attir'd. Beauteous her form,
Beauteous, as rage permitted. Angry shook
Her graceful head; and angry shook the locks
That o'er each shoulder wav'd. Proudly she tower'd.
Her haughty eyes, round from her lofty stand
Wide darting, cry'd;--"What madness this to place
"Reported gods above the gods you see!
"Why to Latona's altars bend ye low,
"Nor incense burn before my power divine?
"My sire, was Tantalus: of mortals sole,
"Celestial feasts he shar'd. A Pleiaed nymph
"Me bore. My grandsire is the mighty king,
"Whose shoulders all the load of heaven sustain.
"Jove is my father's parent: him I boast
"As sire-in-law too. All the Phrygian towns
"Bend to my sway. The hall of Cadmus owns
"Me sovereign mistress. Thebes' high towering walls,
"Rais'd by my consort's lute; and all the crowd
"Who dwell inclos'd, his rule and mine obey.
"Where'er within my palace turn mine eyes,
"Treasures immense I view. Brightness divine
"I boast: to all seven blooming daughters add,
"And seven fair sons; through whom I soon expect,
"If Hymen favors, seven more sons to see,
"And seven more daughters. Need ye further seek
"Whence I have cause for boasting. Dare ye still
"Latona, from Titanian Caeus sprung,--
"The unknown Caeus,--she to whom all earth
"In bearing pangs the smallest space deny'd:--
"This wretch to my divinity prefer?
"Not heaven your goddess would receive; not earth;
"Not ocean: exil'd from the world, she weep'd,
"Till Delos sorrowing,--wanderer like herself,
"Exclaim'd;--thou dreary wanderest o'er the earth,
"I, o'er the main;--and sympathizing thus,
"A resting spot afforded. There become
"Of two the mother, only--can she vie
"With one whose womb, has sevenfold hers surpass'd?
"Blest am I. Who can slightly e'er arraign
"To happiness my claim? Blest will I still
"Continue. Who my bliss can ever doubt?
"Abundance guards its surety. Far beyond
"The power of fortune is my lot uprais'd:
"Snatch them in numbers from me, crowds more great
"Must still remain. My happy state contemns
"Even now, the threats of danger. Grant the power
"Of fate this nation of my womb to thin,--
"Of part depriv'd, impossible I shrink
"To poor Latona's two. How scant remov'd
"From mothers childless! Quit your rites;--quick haste
"And tear those garlands from your flowing hair."

Aside the garlands thrown, and incomplete,
The rites relinquish'd, what the Thebans could
They gave: their whispering prayers the matron dame
Address'd. With ire the angry goddess flam'd,
And thus on Cynthus' lofty top bespoke
Her double offspring:--"O, my children! see,
"Your parent, proud your parent to be call'd,--
"To no celestial yielding, save the queen
"Of Jove supreme. Lo! doubted is my claim
"To rites divine; and from the altars, burnt
"To me from endless ages, driven, I go;
"Save by my children succour'd. Nor this grief
"Alone me irks, for Niobe me mocks!--
"Her daring crime increasing, proud she sets
"Her offspring far 'bove you. Me too she spurns,--
"To her in number yielding; childless calls
"My bed, and proves the impious stock which gave
"Her tongue first utterance." More Latona felt
Prepar'd to utter; more beseechings bland
For her young offspring, when Apollo, cry'd:
"Enough, desist to plain;--delay is long
"Till vengeance." Dian' join'd him in his ire.
Swift gliding down the sky, and veil'd in clouds,
On Cadmus' roof they lighted. Wide was spread,
A level plain, by constant hoofs well beat,
The city's walls adjoining; crowding wheels,
And coursers' feet the rolling dust upturn'd.
Here of Amphion's offspring daily some
Mount their fleet steeds; their trappings gaily press
Of Tyrian dye: heavy with gold, the rens
They guide. 'Mid these Ismenos, primal born
Of Niobe, as round the circling course,
His well-train'd steed he sped, and strenuous curb'd
His foaming mouth,--loudly "Ah, me!" exclaim'd,
As through his bosom deep the dart was driv'n:
Dropp'd from his dying hands the slacken'd reins;
Slowly, and sidelong from his courser's back
He tumbled. Sipylus, gave uncheck'd scope
To his, when through the empty air he heard,
The rattling quiver sound: thus speeding clouds
Beheld, the guider of the ruling helm,
A threatening tempest fearing, looses wide
His every sail to catch the lightest breeze.
Loose flow'd his reins. Th' inevitable dart
The flowing reins quick follow'd. Quivering shook,
Fixt in his upper neck, the naked steel,
Far through his throat protruding. Prone he fell
O'er his high courser's head; his smoking gore,
The ground defiling. Hapless Phoedimas,
And Tantalus, his grandsire's name who bore,
Their 'custom'd sport laborious ended, strove
With youthful vigor in the wrestling toil.
Now breast to breast they strain'd with nervous grasp,
When the swift arrow from the bended horn,
Both bodies pierc'd, as close both bodies join'd;
At once they groan'd; at once their limbs they threw,
With agonies convuls'd, prone on the earth;
At once their rolling eyes the light forsook;
At once their souls were yielded forth to air.
Alphenor saw, and smote his grieving breast;
Flew to their pallid limbs, and as he rais'd,
Their bodies, in the pious office fell:
For Phoebus drove his fate-wing'd arrow deep
Through what his heart inclos'd. Sudden withdrawn,
On the barb'd head the mangled lungs were stuck;
And high in air his soul gush'd forth in blood.
But beardless Damasichthon, by a wound
Not single fell, as those; struck where the leg
To form begins, and where the nervous ham
A yielding joint supplies. The deadly dart
To draw essaying, in his throat, full driven,
Up to the feather'd head, another came:
The sanguine flood expell'd it, gushing high,
Cutting the distant air. With outstretcht arms
Ilioneus, the last, besought in vain;
Exclaiming,--"spare me, spare me, all ye gods!"
Witless that all not join'd to cause his woe.
The god was touch'd with pity, touch'd too late,--
Already shot th' irrevocable dart:
Yet light the blow was given, and mild the wound
That pierc'd his heart, and sent his soul aloft.

The rumor'd ill; the mourning people's groans;
The servant's tears, soon made the mother know,
The sudden ruin: wondering first she stands,
To see so great heaven's power, then angry flames
Indignant, that such power they dare to use.
The sire Amphion, in his bosom plung'd
His sword, and ended life at once, and woe.
Heavens! how remov'd this Niobe, from her
Who drove so lately from Latona's fane,
The pious crowds; who march'd in lofty state,
Through every street of Thebes, an envy'd sight!
Now to be wept by even her bitterest foes.
Prostrate upon their gelid limbs she lies;
Now this, now that, her trembling kisses press;
Her livid arms high-stretching unto heaven,
Exclaims,--"Enjoy Latona, cruel dame,
"My sorrows; feed on all my wretched woes;
"Glut with my load of grief thy savage soul;
"Feast thy fell heart with seven funereal scenes;
"Triumph, victorious foe! conqueror, exult!
"Victorious! said I?--How? To wretched me,
"Still more are left, than joyful thou canst boast:
"Superior I 'midst all this loss remain."

She spoke;--the twanging bowstring sounded loud!
Terrific noise,--save Niobe, to all:
She stood audacious, callous in her crime.
In mourning vesture clad, with tresses loose,
Around the funeral couches of the slain,
The weeping sisters stood. One strives to pluck
The deep-stuck arrow from her bowels,--falls,
And fainting dies; her brother's clay-cold corse,
Prest with her lips. Another's soothing words
Her hapless parent strive to cheer,--struck dumb,
She bends beneath an unseen wound; her words
Reach not her parent, till her life is fled.
This, vainly flying, falls: that drops in death
Upon her sister's body. One to hide
Attempts: another pale and trembling dies.
Six now lie breathless, each by vary'd wounds;
One sole remaining, whom the mother shields,
Wrapt in her vest; her body o'er her flung,
Exclaiming,--"leave me this, my youngest,--last,
"Least of my mighty numbers,--one alone!"
But while she prays, the damsel pray'd for dies.

Of all depriv'd, the solitary dame,
Amid the lifeless bodies of her sons,
Her daughters, and her spouse, by sorrows steel'd,
Sits harden'd: no light gale her tresses moves;
No blood her redden'd cheeks contain; her eyes
Motionless glare upon her mournful face;
Life quits the statue: even her tongue congeals,
Within her stony palate; vital floods
Cease in her veins to flow; her neck to bow
Resists; her arms to move in graceful guise;
Her feet to step; and even to stone are turn'd
Her inmost bowels. Still to weep she seems.
Wrapt in a furious whirlwind, distant far
Her natal soil receives her. There fixt high
On a hill's utmost summit, still she melts;
Still does the rigid marble flow in tears.

Now every Theban, male and female, all,
Dread the fierce anger of the powers of heaven;
And with redoubled fervor lowly bend,
And own the twin-producing goddess' power.
Then, as oft seen, they ancient tales recount,
Reminded by events of recent date.
Thus one relates.--"Long since some clowns, who till'd
"The fertile fields of Lycia, felt the ire
"Of this high goddess, whom they durst despise.
"Obscure the fact itself, for low the race
"Who suffer'd; yet most wonderous was the deed.
"Myself have seen the marsh; the lake have seen
"Fam'd for the prodigy. My aged sire,
"To toil unable on the lengthen'd road,
"Me thither sent; an herd of choicest beeves
"Thence to conduct; to my unpractis'd steps
"A guiding native of the land he gave.
"While we the pastures travers'd, lo! we found
"An ancient altar, 'midst a spacious lake
"Erected; black with sacrificing dust;
"With waving reeds surrounded. Here my guide
"Halted, and softly whisper'd,--bless me, power!
"And I, like softly whispering,--bless me!--cry'd.
"Then ask'd, if nymph, or fawn, or native god
"The altar own'd?--when thus my guide reply'd.
"No mountain god, O, youth! this altar claims,
"But her whom once imperial Juno's rage,
"Stern interdicted from firm earth's extent:
"Whom scarce the wandering Delos would receive,
"Ardent beseeching, when the buoyant isle
"Light floated. There at length, Latona, laid
"Betwixt a palm, and bright Minerva's tree,
"Spite of their fierce opposing step-dame's power,
"Her twins produc'd. Even hence, in child-bed driven,
"She fled from Juno; in her bosom bore,
"'Tis said, the twin-celestials. Now the sun
"With fervid rays, had scorch'd the arid meads,
"When faint with lengthen'd toil, the goddess gain'd
"The edge of Lycia's monster-breeding clime;
"Parch'd and exhausted, from the solar heat,
"And infants milking her exhausted breast.
"By chance a lake, far distant she espy'd,
"Deep in a vale's recess, of waters pure.
"There clowns the bulrush gather'd; there they pluck'd
"The shrubby osier, and the marsh-fond grass.
"Approach'd the goddess; on her knees low bent,
"The earth she press'd, and forward lean'd to drink
"The cooling liquid. This the rustic mob
"Forbade. When she to those who thus oppos'd,--
"Water withhold? Water whose use is free?
"Nature to all unsparing gives to take,
"Of light, of air, and of the flowing stream.
"I claim but public gifts: yet suppliant beg
"Those public gifts to share. Not here I come,
"My weary'd arms and limbs within the waves
"To lave: my thirst alone I wish to slake.
"Even now my speaking lips their moisture want;
"Scarce my parch'd throat, a passage to my words
"Can yield. As nectar were the limpid draught.
"Life with the water give me; for to me,
"Water is life; with water life I seek.
"Let these too move you, who their tender hands
"Stretch to your bosoms,--for by chance the babes
"Their little hands held forth. The goddess' words,
"Thus bland-beseeching, who could e'er withstand?
"Yet these persisted;--obstinate refus'd
"To grant her wish, and with opprobrious speech
"And threats revil'd her, should she there remain.
"Nor rested thus,--the lake with hands and feet
"Muddy they trouble; with malicious leaps
"They agitate the pool, and upward stir
"From the deep bottom clouds of slimy ooze.
"Anger her thirst diverted. Rage deny'd
"More supplication from th' indignant dame.
"Their threatening words, no more the goddess brook'd;
"But raising high to heaven her hands, she cry'd,--
"Be this your home for ever!--Gracious heard,
"Her prayer was granted. Now they joy to plunge,
"Beneath the waters; now they deep immerge
"Their bodies in the hollow fen; now raise
"Their heads, and skim the surface of the pool,
"Often they rest upon the margin's brink,
"And oft light-springing, in the cool lake plunge.
"Now still their rude contentious tongues they use,
"Still squabbling, lost to shame beneath the waves:
"Beneath the waves they still abusings strive
"To utter. Hoarsely still their voice is heard,
"Through their wide-bloated throats. Their railing words,
"Their jaws more wide dilate. Depriv'd of neck,
"Their head and back in junction seem to meet;
"Green shine their backs; their bellies, hugely swol'n
"Are white; and frogs they plunge within the pool."

Thus as the man, the fate destructive told
Of Lycia's clowns, to mind another call'd
The satyr's fate, who vanquish'd in the strife
Of skill, on Pallas' pipe, Latona's son
Severely punish'd.--"Wherefore thus,"--he cries,
"Rent from myself? O, penitent I bow.
"The pipe," he shrieks, "should not such rage provoke."
Exclaiming thus, o'er his extremest limbs
Stript was his skin; he one continuous wound!
Blood flow'd from every part; the naked nerves
Bare started; and the trembling veins full throbb'd,
By skin uncover'd. Every beating part
Inward, the breast's translucent fibres plain
Display'd to sight. Him every forest fawn;
Each brother satyr; and each sylvan god;
And every nymph, with fam'd Olympus wept:
And every swain, the woolly flock who fed;
Or on the mountain watch'd the horned herd.
Wash'd by their falling tears, the fertile earth
Is soak'd,--absorbs them in her inmost veins;
Then form'd to water, spouts them high in air.
Rapid 'twixt banks declivitous, they seek
The ocean. Marsya, is the river call'd;
The clearest stream through Phrygia's land which flows.

Thus far the crowd;--and then lamenting turn
To present griefs:--Amphion's race extinct,
Unanimous they wail; but hated still
Remains the mother's pride. For her alone
Weep'd Pelops;--rent his garments, bare expos'd
His breast and shoulders lay, and fair display'd
The ivory joint. This shoulder at his birth
In fleshy substance, and carnation tinge,
Equall'd the right. When by his sire his limbs
Disjointed lay, the gods, 'tis said, quick join'd
The sever'd members: every fragment found,
Save what combin'd the neck and upper arm;
The part destroy'd, with ivory they replace;
And Pelops perfect from the gift became.

The neighbouring lords assemble;--every town
Their kings intreat condolence to bestow,
And all to Thebes repair. First Argos sends;
Sparta; Mycene; Calydon, not yet
By stern Diana hated; Corinth, fam'd
For beauteous brass; Orchomenus the fierce;
Messene fertile; Patrae; Pylos, rul'd
By Neleus; Troezen, yet unus'd to own
The sway of Pittheus; Cleona the low;
And all those towns the two-sea'd isthmus holds;
And all those towns the isthmus views without.
Athens, incredible! was absent sole.
War all her energy demanded. Borne
O'er ocean, fierce barbarian troops, the walls
Mopsopian threaten'd. Thracian Tereus, these
With arms auxiliar routed; bright his name
Shone from the conquest. Him in riches great,
Mighty in power, and from the god-like Mars,
His lineage tracing, Procne's nuptial hand
Close to Pandion bound. Their marriage bed
Nor Grace, nor Hymen, nor the nuptial queen
Attended. Furies held the torches, snatch'd
From biers funereal. Furies spread the couch:
And all night long an owl, ill-omen'd bird,
Perch'd on the roof that crown'd the marriage dome.
Join'd with such omens, with such omens bore
Procne a son to Tereus. Wide through Thrace
Congratulations sound: glad thanks to heaven
The parents give, and hail the happy day
Which gave Pandion's daughter to the king;
And gave the pair a son. So ignorant still
Mankind of real happiness remain!

Now through five autumns had the cheerful sun
The whirling year renew'd. When Procne, bland
Her spouse besought.--"If grace within thy sight
"Claim my deserts,--or suffer me to see
"In her own clime my sister, or to ours
"My sister bring: a quick return thou well
"Our sire may'st promise. This high boon obtain'd,
"My sister's presence,--to my sight thou'lt seem,
"A deity in goodness."--On the main
He bids them launch the vessel; in the port
Cecropian enters, urg'd by oar and sail;
And treads Piraeus' shore. Soon as he gain'd
His audience; soon as hand with hand was clasp'd,
His ill-presaging speech he open'd. First
The journey's cause narrating; fond desire
Of Procne; and the promis'd quick return
Of Philomela, should the sire comply.
Lo! Philomela enters, splendid robes
Attire her; still more splendid shine her charms:
Such they describe within the forests rove
Dryad, and Naiaed nymphs; such would they seem
Their shape like hers adorn'd, like hers attir'd.
Instant was Tereus at the sight inflam'd;
So instant would the hoary harvest burn,
The torch apply'd: so burn the wither'd leaves;
Or hoarded hay. Well might her charms inspire
Such love in any;--him his inbred lust
More goaded, more his country's warmth which burns
Intense; he flames from nature, and from clime.
First to corrupt th' attendants he designs,
And faithful nurse; and Philomel' to tempt
With gifts immense,--his kingdom's mighty price.
Or forceful snatch her, and the rape defend,
With all the powers of war. Nought but he dares.
Impell'd by love's unbridled power; his breast
The raging fire contains not. Irksome seems
Delay:--and eager to the anxious wish
Of Procne, turns his converse; her desires
His wishes aiding. Eloquent he spoke;
For love inspir'd him. Often as he press'd
More close than prudent, all his earnest speech,
Procne, he said, dictated. Heavens! how dark
The gloom that blinds the view of human souls.
Tereus for tenderest piety esteem'd,
More as for vice he labors: praise he gains,
for every crime. Now Philomela begs,
His prayer assisting; flings her winning arms
Around Pandion's neck, and suppliant sues
A sight of Procne; for her woe she begs,
But deems she begs delight. Her Tereus views;--
Anticipates his joys; her every kiss,
Her arms around her parent's neck entwin'd,
But goad his passion: fuel fresh they add;
Food for his flame. And when her sire she clasps,
He longs that sire to be. Parent, not more
His impious purpose would the wretch delay!
The king by both their warm beseechings won,
Consents;--she joyful to her father gives
Glad thanks;--and hapless, deems completely blest,
Herself and sister, both most deeply curst;

Now Phoebus' toil nigh spent, his coursers' feet
Sweep'd down the slope of heaven. The royal feast,
And golden goblets, fill'd with Bacchus' gift,
The board bespread. From hence in slumbers soft,
Each sought repose. All but the Thracian king,
Though far remov'd, still burning; all her face,
Her hands and gesture he recals, and paints
At pleasure all her beauties yet unseen:
Feeding his flame, and sleep repelling far.

'Twas morn;--Pandion, pressing warm the hand
Of Tereus, as they parted, while the tears
Gush'd sudden, thus bespeaks his friendly care.
"Dear son, to thee I give her, pious claims
"Compel me: suppliant let me thee adjure
"By faith, by kindred, and by all the gods,
"Thy care paternal, shall protect the maid;
"And the soft solace of my anxious years,
"Speedy restore, for each delay is long.
"Quick, Philomela, quick my child, rejoin
"Thy sire, if filial duty sways thee. Much
"Thy sister's absence pains me."--Speaking thus
He press'd with kisses soft, the maiden's lips,
And dripping tears with each behest let fall.
Their hands he asks as pledge of faith, and joins
Their hands in his presented; tender begs
His salutations to his daughter dear;
And his young grandson. Scarce the last adieu,
Chok'd with deep sighs, he breathes: his boding mind
Foreseeing future woes.