They, daughters of high Jove: Olympian maids:
Whom erst Mnemosyne, protecting queen
Of rich Eleuther’s fallows, in embrace
With Jove their sire amidst [149]Pieria’s groves
Conceived: of ills forgetfulness; to cares
Rest: thrice three nights did counsel-shaping Jove
Melt in her arms, apart from eyes profane
Of all immortals to the sacred couch
Ascending: and when now the year was full,
When moons had wax’d and waned, and reasons roll’d,