The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,
Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purr’d applause.
Still had she gaz’d; but ’midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide[29]
The Genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour’s Tyrian hue
Thro’ richest purple to the view