They were to him unusual things,

He gazed till he had dropp’d his glass,

And, sighing, closed his mighty wings.

“Awake!” in tender tone he cried,

“Nor be of my stern look afraid; 10

For never yet has Time espied

Three graces in one form display’d.”

The nymph awoke; and, when she saw

Old Time was falling fast in love,

She thought she might advantage draw