Her coral lips, and wakes the rising year.
XXXI.
Her beauteous face was deck’d with youthful pride,
Her graceful form in flamy robes was dress’d;
And ev’ry charm wild Nature could provide,
Adorn’d her head, and beam’d upon her breast.
XXXII.
Beside the throne, rang’d in fair order, stood
The various Seasons of the rolling year;
By all their train of months, weeks, days, pursu’d: