Thence drew nigh Phycium’s lofty ridge: sublime
There sitting, the wise counsellor of heaven
Revolved a work divine. That self-same night
He sought the couch of her, who stately treads
With long-paced step; and melting in her arms
Took there his fill of love. That self-same night
The host-arousing chief, the mighty deed
Perform’d, in glory to his home returned:
Nor to the vassals and the shepherd hinds
His footstep bent, before he climb’d the couch