The mountain vast and holy: where around
The altar of high Jove and fountain dark
From azure depth, [142]they lightly leap in dance
With delicate feet; and having duly bathed
Their tender bodies in Permessian streams,
[143]In springs that gush’d fresh from the courser’s hoof,
Or blest Olmius’ waters, many a time
Upon the topmost ridge of Helicon
Their elegant and amorous dances thread,
And smite the earth with strong-rebounding feet.