Hurl’d them. Full long they drifted o’er the deeps:
Till now swift-circling a white foam arose
From that immortal substance, and a nymph
Was quicken’d in the midst. The wafting waves
First bore her to Cythera’s heavenly coast:
Then reach’d she Cyprus, girt with flowing seas,
And forth emerged a goddess, in the charms
Of awful beauty. Where her delicate feet
Had press’d the sands, green herbage flowering sprang.
Her Aphrodite gods and mortals name,