will
Was wrestling to be its own mistress still.
A woman with a God! In vain she raves;
Subduing lips that foam, breast swollen, waves
Of inspiration stamp, rolling along,
Apollo’s dictates on the Sibyl’s tongue,
Till—again the hundred doors open wide—
Phœbus to Æneas by her replied:
“Think not thy work is done because at length
Ocean’s dangers are escaped. All thy strength