And Flora prove Minerva’s self to thee.”
LXXV.
He ceas’d; and well I mark’d the prudent lore,
And much revolv’d his saying in my mind;
Bent all the mystic moral to explore,
By this romantic, splendid scene design’d.
LXXVI.
But, the full concert swelling on my ear,
The bands of Sleep dissolv’d, away he flies;
At once the train of phantoms disappear,