And far beyond her sex and age; ’tis she
Exposes oft the giants’ villany;
And when from a dark cloud with radiant head
Fair Moon emerges, to the rocks they speed
To hide themselves; but soon commence again,
And to their mountain lair bear off amain
The fruits and treasures of the luckless swain.
Then when the husbandman walks o’er the field
At dawn of day, and views his harvest fell’d
And all laid waste, he thinks the nightly frost