Their charms epitomized: the heavenly power
To lavish beauty, in this last work crown'd—
And Egla form'd of fibres such as dower
Those who most feel, forgot all else around.
LVII.
He saw, and softening every wily word
Spoke in more melting music to her soul,
And o'er her sense as when the fond night bird
Woos the full rose o'erpowering fragrance stole. (6)
Or when the lillies, sleepier perfume, move,
Disturbed by too young sister-fawns, that play
Among their graceful stalks at morn, and love
From their white cells to lip the dews away.
LVIII.
She strove to speak, but 'twas in murmurs low,
While o'er her cheek, his potent spell confessing,
Deeper diffused the warm carnation glow
Still dewy wet with tears her inmost soul confessing.
As the little reptile, in some lonely grove,
With fixed bright eye of facinating flame
Lures on by slow degrees the plaining dove,
So nearer—nearer still—the bride and spirit came.
LIX.
"Thou, strong, invisible, invidious sprite,
Now, from my love my peerless mortal shield—
What exultation for thy power to night!
Look on thy beauteous charge!—why does she yield?"