Nowhither led it seemingly; soft and strong
Giddily sprang its mirth and ultimate hope.
Yet scarce could I resolve it, for its air
Quivered and scintillated glamours dense,
A palpable mist of golden vapour, whence,
On my amazing sight, there flitted nude
The flash of forms voluptuous and rare,
Whose ruby lips soft ruddy juices woo’d.
Pondering I hovered; each the several ways
Touched its responsive motion: this, that wound