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 108 Her yellow locks Lycorias here display'd,

Near her Cydippe; this a spotless maid,

That fresh from the first pangs Lucina sends:

Clio with Beroe the Queen attends,

Daughters of Ocean, gorgeous to behold,

Both girt with painted skins, both bright with gold:

Thalia, Opis, Ephyre: there was found

Deiopeia of the marshy ground:

Swift Arethusa, huntress now no more:

'Mong these was Clymene, recounting o'er

The loves of all the Gods from Chaos' reign:

On Vulcan's fruitless cares then ran the strain,

Mars's sweet thefts, and wanton wiles: the song,

Their spindles turning, charm'd the list'ning throng.

Again his mother's ear the shepherd's moan

Struck: in amazement on her crystal throne

Each Nereid sat; first from her pearly bed

Rearing above the wave her yellow head,

Sister Cyrene! Arethusa cries,

Not without cause these wailing sounds surprise:

Lo! hanging sad o'er Father Peneus' deeps,

Your pride, your Aristæus stands, and weeps;

You, you he calls, and calls by name, unkind.

At this, new horrors seiz'd the mother's mind; Hither