Marking his shining footsteps, with a smile
Remembers the espousals of her youth,
When morning stars rang out the nuptial song[4]
In jubilant chorus; on her milky breast,
All the green nurslings of his favor raise
Their dewy heads, and welcome his approach
With thankful greetings; and each gentle flower
Turns her fair face to the munificent god
Of her idolatry, and well repays
His warm caresses with her perfumed breath.