Of his Alcmena: such inflaming love
Seiz’d in the deep recesses of his heart
The chief of thousands. And as he, that scarce
Escapes, and yet escapes, from grievous plague
Or the hard-fettering chain, flies free away
Joyful,—so struggling through that arduous toil
With pain accomplish’d, wishful, eager, traced
The prince his homeward way. The live-long night
He with the modest partner of his bed
Embracing lay, and revell’d in delight