A bashful virgin’s likeness: and the maid
Of azure eyes, Minerva, round her waist
Clasp’d the broad zone, and dress’d her limbs in robe
Of flowing whiteness; placed upon her head
A wondrous veil of variegated threads;
Entwined amidst her hair delicious wreaths
Of verdant herbage and fresh-blooming flowers;
And set a golden mitre on her brow;
Which Vulcan framed, and with adorning hands
Wrought, at the pleasure of his father Jove.