Another yet, with garment loosely thrown
Across her neck and shoulders; as she moved,
The am'rous zephyrs drew aside her robe,
Exposed her pliant limbs, full, round, and fair,
Such as the Paphian Goddess might have own'd.
Love smiled at my surprise, shook his light wings,
And mark'd me for his victim.—Others threw
Their careless limbs upon the bank bedeck'd
With odoriferous herbs, and blossoms rare,
Such as the earth produced from Helen's tears,