Actæon

Over a mountain slope with lentisk, and with abounding Arbutus, and the red oak overtufted, 'mid a noontide Now glowing fervidly, the Leto-born, the divine one, Artemis, Arcadian wood-rover, alone, hunt-weary, Unto a dell cent'ring many streamlets her foot unerring Had guided. Platanus with fig-tree shaded, a hollow, Shaded a waterfall, where pellucid yet abundant Streams from perpetual full-flowing sources a current: Lower on either bank in sunshine flowered the oleanders: Plenteous under a rock green herbage here to the margin Grew with white poplars overcrowning. She thither arrived, Unloosening joyfully the vest enfolded upon her, Swift her divine shoulders discovering, swiftly revealing Her maidenly bosom and all her beauty beneath it, To the river water overflowing to receive her Yielded her ambrosial nakedness. But with an instant Conscious, with the instant the' immortal terrific anger Flew to the guilty doer: that moment, where amid amply Concealing plane-leaves he the' opportunity pursued, Long vainly, possessed, unwise, Actæon, of hunters, Hapless of Arcadian, and most misguided of hunters, Knew the divine mandate, knew fate directed upon him. He, to the boughs crouching, with dreadful joy the desired one Had viewed descending, viewed as in a dream, disarraying, And the unclad shoulders awestruck, awestruck let his eyes see The maidenly bosom, but not dim fear fell upon them Not more had witnessed. Not, therefore, less the forest through Ranging, their master ceasing thenceforth to remember, With the instant together came trooping, as to devour him, His dogs from the ambush. Transformed suddenly before them, He fled, an antlered stag wild with terror to the mountain. She, the liquid stream in, her limbs carelessly reclining, The flowing waters collected grateful about her.