Pleas'd and yet anxious at the manly toil.
And now through dewy dawn, the rising ray
Lights up the radiance of their bridal day.
With early nymphs within the busy room,
Amidst the labours of the flying loom,
Of vivid tints she plies the various thread;
The long-plann'd work, to grace the nuptial bed.
With beating steps resounds the hollow floor;
To rapid strokes responds the clam'rous door.
With breathless energy she flies amain,