In vain the hero for one night entreats;
Threat'ning he storms, and next adds force to threats.
By strength not Perseus could himself defend,
For who in strength with Atlas could contend?—
'But since short rest to me thou wilt not give,
A gift of endless rest from me receive.—'
He said, and backward turned, no more concealed
The present, and Medusa's head reveal'd.
Soon the high Atlas a high mountain stood;
His locks, and beard, became a leafy wood: