Or else that glowing star, whose birth785
The old Arcadians beheld,
Will see thee from the spangled sky,
And straight forget to drive her car.
Of late she blushed a fiery red,
And yet no staining cloud obscured
Her shining disk. But we, in fear
For her troubled face, clashed cymbals loud,790
Deeming her harried by the charms
Of Thessaly. But for thee alone