Quench'd in ecstatic slumber, as he lay.
Thus Hell's stern rulers hearken'd to his lyre,
And gave the fair one back to upper day.
II.
Nor did Musæus, Luna's heav'nly child,
And high-priest of the Graces, leave unsung
The fair Antiope, in accents wild,
As fell th' impassion'd language from his tongue:
Who woo'd of many suitors, at the shrine
Of mystic Ceres, by Eleusis' brow,