[100]With shining ointment sleeks her dainty limbs:
In her soft chamber pillow’d to repose,
While through the wintry nights the tempest blows.
[101]Now gnaws the boneless polypus his feet;
Starved midst bleak rocks, his desolate retreat:
For now no more the sun with gleaming ray
Through seas transparent lights him to his prey.
O’er the swarth Æthiop rolls his bright career,
And slowly gilds the Grecian hemisphere.
And now the horned and unhorned kind