Chased by the beaming splendour shed like sunshine from her face.
Beside this living picture stood a maiden passing fair,
With soft round arms exposed: a fourth, with free and graceful air,
Like Dian when the bounding hart she tracks through morning dew,
Bared through the opening of her robes her lovely limbs to view.
And oh! the image of her charms, as clouds in heaven above,
Mirror'd by streams, left on my soul the stamp of hopeless love.
And slumbering near them others lay, on beds of sweetest flowers,
The dusky-petal'd violet, the rose of Paphian bowers,
The inula and saffron flower, which on their garments cast