Tangled with moonbeams, disputes the right
Of other garb to veil the beauteous sight.
Her skin, as white as Ida’s Cretean snow,
Outlines a form of soft voluptuous flow
Of grace majestic, contours fair to see,
Exquisite in their matchless symmetry;
While, crowning all, a sweet and noble grace
Marks every movement and o’erspreads her face.
And having this described this noctal flower,
The Muse will now define sweet Gentian’s power.