And balancing its hollow fan afloat,
Push’d it to shore and bade the queen embark:
31
And then the goddess stept upon the shell
Which took her weight; and others threw a train
Of soft silk o’er her, that unfurl’d to swell
In sails, at breath of flying Zephyrs twain;
And all her way with foam in laughter strewn,
With stir of music and of conches blown,
Was Aphrodite launch’d upon the main.