’Twas there that Bacchus[110] strove t’obtain a glimpse
Whilst the imperial company of nymphs,
Assembled at the high command of Jove,
Were interchanging sentiments of love!—
And where Apollo,[111] with unusual strains
Inspired his instrument, and thus obtains
The fairest goddess of the mystic throng;
Who, dumb with the enchantment of his song,
Makes loving gestures that she heeds his suit;
He, in return, becomes as equally mute: