Presses the pulse, and feels the leaping vein.
Convinc’d, o’erjoy’d, his studied thanks and praise,
To her who made the miracle, he pays:
Then lips to lips he join’d; now freed from fear,
He found the savor of the kiss sincere:
At this the waken’d image op’d her eyes,
And view’d at once the light and lover, with surprise.
The goddess present at the match she made,
So bless’d the bed, such fruitfulness convey’d,
That e’er ten moons had sharpen’d either horn,