And as he wandered from the path,
Chanced on Diana in her bath.
All trembling, like a startled fawn,
Upstarted then the Goddess chaste,
Sprang from the pool the bank upon
And donned her crescent in great haste,
(For, to her credit be it said,
She did wear something on her head,)
Then, the conventions satisfied
Gazed on Actæon, haughty-eyed.