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new hymeneal, Hotly the King to deface outer Assyria sped, Bearing ensigns sweet of that soft struggle a night brings, When from a virgin's arms spoils he had happily won.
Stands it an edict true that brides hate Venus? or ever 15 Falsely the parents' joy dashes a showery tear, When to the nuptial door they come in rainy beteeming? Now to the Gods I swear, tears be hypocrisy then. So mine own queen taught me in all her weary lamentings, Whiles her bridegroom bold set to the battle a face. 20 What? for an husband lost thou weptst not gloomily lying? Rather a brother dear, forced for a while to depart? This, when love's sharp grief was gnawing inly to waste thee! Ah poor wife! whose soul steep'd in unhappiness all, Fell from reason away, nor abode thy senses! A nobler 25 Spirit had I erewhile known thee, a fiery child.
Pass'd that deed forgotten, a royal wooer had earn'd thee? Deed that braver none ventureth ever again? Yet what sorrow to lose thy lord, what murmur of anguish! Jove, how rain'd those tears brush'd from a passionate eye! 30 Who is this could wean thee, a God so mighty, to falter? May not a lover live from the beloved afar? Then for a spouse so goodly, before each spirit of heaven, Me thou vowd'st, with slain oxen, a vast hecatomb, Home if again he alighted. Awhile and Asia crouching 35 Humbly to Egypt's realm added a boundary new; I, in starry return to the ranks dedicated of heaven, Debt of an ancient vow sum in a bounty to-day.
Full of sorrow was I, fair queen, thy brows to abandon, Full of sorrow; in oath answer, adorable head. 40 Evil on him that oath who sweareth falsely soever! Yet in a strife with steel who can a victory claim? Steel could a mountain abase, no loftier any thro' heaven's Cupola Thia's child lifteth his axle above, Then, when a new-born sea rose Mede-uplifted; in Athos' 45 Centre his ocean-fleet floated a barbarous host. What shall a weak tress do, when powers so mighty resist not? Jove! may Chalybes all perish, a people accurst, Perish who earth's hid veins first labour'd dimly to quarry, Clench'd in a molten mass iron, a ruffian heart! 50
Scarcely the sister-locks were parted dolefully weeping, Straight that brother of young Memnon, in Africa born, Came, and shook thro' heaven his pennons oary, before me, Winged, a queen's proud steed, Locrian Arsinoë. So flew with me aloft thro' darkening shadow of heaven, 55 There to a god's pure breast laid me, to Venus's arms. Him Zephyritis' self had sent to the task, her servant, She from realms of Greece borne to Canopus of yore. There, that at heav'n's high porch, not one sole crown, Ariadne's, Golden above those brows Ismaros' youth did adore, 60 Starry should hang, set alone; but luminous I might glisten, Vow'd to the Gods, bright spoil won from an aureat head; While to the skies I clomb still ocean-dewy, the Goddess Placed me amid star-spheres primal, a glory to be.