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Now she despairs, and now resolves to try; There silent lay, and warn’d her with her hand
Would not, and would again, she knows not why; To go: but she receiv'd not the command;
Stops, and returns, makes and retracts the vow; Remaining still importunate to know:
Fain would begin, but understands not how : Then Myrrha thus; “Or ask no more, or go:
As when a pine is hewn upon the plains,

I prythee go, or staying spare my shame;
And the last mortal stroke alone remains,

What thou wouldst hear, is impious ev'n to name.* Labouring in pangs of death, and threatening all, At this, on high the beldame holds her hands, This way and that she nods, considering where to And, trembling both with age and terrour, stands, So Myrrha's mind, impelld on either side, [fall: Adjures, and falling at her feet entreats, (threats, Takes every bent, but cannot long abide :

Soothes her with blandishments, and frights with Irresolute on which she should rely,

To tell the crime intended, or disclose At last, unfix'd in all, is only fix'd to die:

What part of it she knew, if she no farther knows: On that sad thought she rests; resolv'd on death, And last, if conscious to her counsel made, She rises, and prepares to choak her breath : Confirms anew the promise of her aid. (pressid Then while about the beam her zone she lies, Now Myrrha rais'd her head; but soon, op“ Dear Cinyras, farewell,” she softly cries; With shame, reclin'd it on her nurse's breast; “ For thee 1 die, and only wish to be

Bath'd it with tears, and strove to have confess'd: Not hated, when thou know'st I die for thee: Twice she began, and stopp’d; again she try'd; Pardon the crime, in pity to the cause :"

The faltering tongue its office still deny'd: This said, about her neck the noose she draws; At last her veil before her face she spread, The nurse, who lay without, her faithful guard, And drew a long preluding sigh, and said, Though not in words, the murmurs overheard, “ O happy mother, in thy marriage bed!” And sighs and hollow sounds; surpris'd, with fright Then groan'd, and ceas'd; the good old woman She starts, and leaves her bed, and springs a light:

shook, Unlocks the door, and entering out of breath, Stiff were her eyes, and ghastly was her look: The dying saw, and instruments of death; Her hoary hair upright with horrour stood, She shrieks, she cuts the zone with trembling haste, Made (to her grief) more knowing than she would: And in her arms her fainting charge embrac'd: Much she reproach'd, and many things she said, Next (for she now had leisure for her tears) To cure the madness of th' unhappy maid: She weeping ask'd, in these her blooming years, In vain : for Myrrha stood convict of ill; What unforeseen misfortune caus'd her care, Her reason vanquish'd, but unchang'd her will: To loath her life, and languish in despair! Perverse of mind, unable to reply, The maid with down-cast eyes, and mute with grief, She stood resolv'd or to possess or die. For death unfinish'd, and ill-tim'd relief,

At length the fondness of a nurse prevail'd Stood sullen to her suit: the beldame press'd Against her better sense, and virtue faild: The niore to know, and bar'd her wither'd breast, “ Enjoy, my child, since such is thy desire, Adjur'd her, by the kindly food she drew

Thy love,” she said ; she durst not say, thy sire. From those dry founts, her secret ill to show. “ Live, though unhappy, live on any terms:” Sad Myrrha sigh’d, and turn'd her eyes aside : Then with a second oath her faith confirms. The nurse still urg'd, and would not be deny'd : The solemn feast of Ceres now was near, Nor only promis'd secresy; but pray'd

When long white linen stoles the matrons wear; She might have leave to give her offer'd aid. Rank'd in procession walk the pious train, “Good will,” she said, “my want of strength sup- Offering first-fruits, and spikes of yellow grain: And diligence shall give what age denies. [plies, For nine long nights the nuptial bed they shun, If strong desires thy inind to fury move,

And, sanctifying harvest, lie alone. With charms and med'cines I can cure thy love: Mix'd with the crowd, the queen forsook her lord, If envious eyes their hurtful rays have cast, And Ceres' power with secret rites ador'd. More powerful verse shall free thee from the blast: The royal couch, now vacant for a time, If Heaven offended sends thee this disease, The crafty crone, officious in her crime, Offended Heaven with prayers we can appease.

The curst occasion took: the king she found What then remain, that can these cares procure ? Easy with wine, and deep in pleasure drown'd, Thy house is flourishing, thy fortune sure: Prepar'd for love: the beldame blew the flame, Thy careful mother yet in health survives, Confess'd the passion, but conceal'd the name. And, to thy comfort, thy kind father lives."

Her form she prais’d; the monarch ask'd her years, The virgin started at her father's name,

And she reply'd, the same that Myrrha bears. And sigh'd profoundly, conscious of the shame: Wine and commended beauty fir'd his thought; Nor yet the nurse her impious love divin'd: Impatient, he commands her to be brought. But yet surmis'd, that love disturb'd her mind : Pleas'd with her charge perform'd, she hies her Thus thinking, she pursued her point, and laid

home, And lull’d within her lap the mourning maid; And gratulates the nymph, the task was overcome, Then softly sooth'd her thus, “ I guess your grief: Myrrha was joy'd the welcome news to hear; You love, my child; your love shall find relief. But, clogg'd with guilt, the joy was insincere: My long experienc'd age shall be your guide; Su various, so discordant is the mind, Rely on that, and lay distrust aside:

That in our will, a different will we find.
No breath of air shall on the secret blow,

Ill she presag'd, and yet pursu'd her lust;
Nor shall (what most you fear) your father know.” For guilty pleasures give a double gust.
Struck once again, as with a thunder-clap, Twas depth of night: Arctophylax had driven
The guilty virgin bounded from her lap,

His lazy wain half round the northern Heaven,
And threw her body prostrate on the bed, When Myrrba hastend to the crime desir'd;
And, to conceal her blushes, bid her bead : The Moon bebeld her first, and first retir'd;



The stars amaz'd ran backward from the sight, For, while she spoke, the ground began to rise, And, shrunk within their sockets, lost their light. And gather'd round her feet, her legs, and thighs : learius first withdraws his holy flame:

Her toes in roots descend, and, spreading wide, The Virgin sign, in Heaven the second name, A firm foundation for the trunk provide : Slides down the belt, and from her station fies, Her solid bones convert to solid wood, And night with sable clouds involves the skies. To pith her marrow, and to sap her blood : Bold Myrrha still pursues her black intent: Her arms are boughs, her fingers change their kind, She stombled thrice, (an omen of th' event;) Her tender skin is harden'd into rind. Thrice shriek'd the funeral owl, yet on she went, And now the rising tree her womb invests, Secure of shame, because secure of sight;

Now, shooting upwards still, invades her breasts, Evin bashful sins are impudent by night.

And shades the neck; and, weary with delay, Link'd band in hand, th’accomplice and the dame, She sunk her head within, and met it half the way. Their way exploring, to the chamber came: And though with outward shape she lost her sense, The door was ope, they blindly grope their way, With bitter tears she wept her last offence ; Where dark in bed th' expecting monarch lay; And still she weeps, nor sheds her tears in vain; Thus far her courage held, but here forsakes; For still the precious drops her name retain. Her faint knees kvock at every step she makes. Mean time the misbegotten infant grows, The nearer to her crime, the more within

And, ripe for birth, distends with deadly throes Sbe feels remorse, and horrour of her sin;

The swelling rind, with unavailing strife, Repents too late her criminal desire,

To leave the wooden womb, and pushes into life. And wishes, that unknown she could retire.

The mother-tree, as if oppress'd with paiu, Her lingering thus, the nurse (who fear'd delay Writhes here and there, to break the bark, in vain: The fatal secret might at length betray)

And, like a labouring woman, would have pray'd, Pullid forward, to complete the work begun, But wants a voice to call Lucina's aid : And said to Cinyras, “ Receive thy own :”

The bending bole sends out a hollow sound, Thus saying, she deliver'd kind to kind,

And trickling tears fall thicker on the ground. Accurs'd, and their devoted bodies join'd.

The mild Lucina came uncall'd, and stood The sire, unknowing of the crime, admits

Beside the struggling boughs, and heard the His bowels, and profanes the hallow'd sheets;

groaning wood : He found she trembled, but believ'd she strove Then reach'd her midwife hand, to speed the throes, With maiden modesty, against her love; (move. And spoke the powerful spells that babes to birth And sought with flattering words vain fancies to re- The bark divides, the living load to free, [disclose. Perhaps he said, “ My daughter, cease thy fears,” And safe delivers the convulsive Tree. (Because the title suited with her years)

The ready nymphs receive the crying child, And, “ Father," she might whisper him again, And wash him in the tears the parent plantdistill’d. That names might not be wanting to the sin. They swath'd him with their scarfs; beneath him Full of her sire, she left th' incestuous bed,


[head. And carried in her womb the crime she bred : The ground with herbs; with roses rais'd bis Annther, and another night she came;

The lovely babe was born with every grace: For frequent sin had left no sense of shame: Ev'n Envy must have prais'd so fair a face: Till Cinyras desir'd to see her face,

Such was his form, as painters, when they show Whose body he had held in close embrace,

Their utmost art, on naked Loves bestow : And brought a taper; the revealer, Light,

And that their arms no difference might betray, Expoe'd both crime and criminal to sight:

Give him a bow, or his from Cupid take away. Griet, rage, amazement, could no speech afford, Time glides along with undiscover'd haste, Bat from the sheath he drew th' avenging sword: The future but a length behind the past : The guilty filed; the benefit of night,

So gwift are years, the babe, whom just before That favour'd first the sin, secur'd the flight. His grandsire got, and whom his sister bore; Long wandering through the spacious fields, she The drop, the thing which late the tree enclos'd, Her voyage to th’ Arabian continent; (bent | And late the yawning bark to life expos'd; Then pass'd the region wbich Panchæa join'd, A babe, a boy, a beauteous youth appears; And flying left the balmy plains behind. [length And lovelier than himself at riper years. Nine times the Moon had mew'd her horns; at Now to the queen of love he gave desires, With travel weary, unsupply'd with strength, And, with her pains, reveng'd his mother's fires. And with the burthen of her womb oppress'd, Sabran fields afford her needful rest : There, loathing life, and yet of death afraid, In anguish of her spirit, thus she pray'd :

CEYX AND ALCYONE. "Ye powers, if any so propitious are T accept my penitence, and hear my prayer;

OUT OF THE TENTH BOOK OF Your judgments, I confess, are justly sent:

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. Great sins, deserve as great a punishment : Yet since my life the living will profane, And since my death the happy dead will stain,

Connection of this Fable with the former. A middle state your mercy may bestow,

Ceyx, the son of Lucifer (the morning star), and Betwixt the realms above, and those below:

king of Trachin in Thessaly, was married to Sime other form to wretched Myrrha give,

Alcyone daughter to Æolus god of the winds. Nor let ber wholly die, nor wholly live.”

Both the husband and the wife loved each other The prayers of penitents are never vain;

with an entire affection. Dædalion, the elder At least, she did her last request obtain ;

brother of Ceyx, whom he succeeded, having VOL. IX.


been turned into a falcon by Apollo; and Chione, | Before two Moons their orb with light adorn, Dædalion's daughter, slain by Diana; Ceyx If Heaven allow me life, I will return." prepared a ship to sail to Claros, there to con- This promise of so short a stay prevails; sult the oracle of Apollo, and (as Ovid seems to He soon equips the ship, supplies the sails, intimate) to inquire how the anger of the gods and gives the word to lanch ; she trembling yiews might be atoned.

This pomp of death, and parting tears renews:

Last, with a kiss, she took a long farewel, These prodigies affect the pious prince, (since, Sigh’d, with a sad presage, and swooning fell: But, more perplex'd with those that happen'd While Ceyx seeks delays, the lusty crew, He purposes to seek the Clarian god,

Rais'd on their banks, their oars in order drew Avoiding Delphos, his more fam'd abode,

To their broad breasts, the ship with fury fiew. Since Phlegian robbers made unsafe the road. The queen, recover'd, rears her humid eyes, Yet could not he, from her he lov'd so well,

And first her husband on the poop espies The fatal voyage, he resolv'd, conceal :

Shaking his hand at distance on the main ; But when she saw her lord prepar'd to part,

She took the sign, and shook her hand again. A deadly cold ran shivering to her heart:

Still as the ground recedes, retracts her view Her faded cheeks are chang'd to boxen hue, With sharpen’d sight, till she no longer knew And in her eyes the tears are ever new :

The much-lov'd face; that comfort lost supplies She thrice essay'd to speak; her accents hung,

With less, and with the galley feeds her eyes; And faltering dy'd unfinish'd on her tongue,

The galley borne from view by rising gales, Or vanish'd into sighs : with long delay

She followed with her sight the flying sails : Her voice return'd, and found the wonted way.

When ev'n the flying sails were seen no more, “Tell me, my lord,” she said, “what fault unknown Forsaken of all sight, she left the shore. Thy once-belov'd Alcyone has done ?

Then on her bridal bed her body throws, Whither, ah whither is thy kindness gone?

And sought in sleep her weary'd eyes to close : Can Ceyx then sustain to leave his wife,

Her husband's pillow, and the widow'd part And, unconcern'd, forsake the sweets of life? Which once he press'd, renew'd the former smart What can thy mind to this long journey move, Aud now a breeze from shore began to blow, Or need'st thou absence to renew thy love? The sailors ship their oars, and cease to row; Yet, if thou goest by land, though grief possess Then hoist their yards a-trip, and all their sails My soul ev'n then, my fears will be the less. Let fall, to court the wind, and catch the gales : But ah ! be warn’d to shun the watery way,

By this the vessel half her course had run, The face is frightful of the stormy sea.

And as much rested till the rising Sun; For late I saw a-drift disjointed planks,

Both shores were lost to sight, when at the close And empty tombs erected on the banks.

Of day, a stiffer gale at cast arose : Nor let false hopes to trust betray thy mind, The sea grew white, the rolling waves from far, Because my sire in caves constrains the wind, Like heralds, first denounce the watery war. Can with a breath a clamorous rage appease,

This seen, the master soon began to cry, They fear bis whistle, and forsake the seas ; “ Strike, strike the topsail; let the main-sheet fiy, Not so, for, once indulg'd, they sweep the main, And furl your sails :" the winds repel the sound, Deaf to the call, or hearing hear in vain;

And in the speaker's mouth the speech is drown'd. But, bent on mischief, bear the waves before, Yet, of their own accord, as danger taught, And, not content with seas, insult the shore; Each in his way, officiously they wrought; When ocean, air, and earth, at once engage,

Some stow their oars, or stop the leaky sides, And rooted forests fly before their rage:

Another, bolder yet, the yard bestrides, At once the clashing clouds to battle move, And folds the sails ; a fourth, with labour, laves And lightnings run across the fields above: Th’intruding seas, and waves ejects on waves. I know them well, and mark'd their rude comport, In this confusion while their work they ply, While yet a child, within my father's court: The winds augment the winter of the sky, In times of tempest they command alone,

And wage intestine wars; the suffering seas And he but sits precarious on the throne:

Are toss'd, and mingled as their tyrants please. The more I know, the more my fears augment,

The master would command, but, in despair And fears are oft prophetic of th' event.

Of safety, stands amaz'd with stupid care, But, if not fears or reasons will prevail,

Nor what to bid or what forbid he knows, If Fate has fix'd thee obstinate to sail,

Th’ungovernd tempest to such fury grows; Go not without thy wife, but let me bear

Vain is his force, and vainer is his skill; My part of danger with an equal share,

With such a concourse comes the flood of ill : And present suffer what I only fear :

The cries of men are mix'd with rattling shrowds; Then o'er the bounding billows shall we fly, Seas dash on seas, and clouds encounter clouds: Secure to live together, or to die."

At once from east to west, from pole to pole, These reasons mor'd her starlike husband's heart, The forky lightnings flash, the roaring thunders But still he held his purpose to depart:

roll. For, as he lov'd her equal to his life,

Now waves on waves ascending scale the skies, He would not to the seas expose his wife;

And, in the fires above, the water fries : Nor could be wrought his voyage to refrain, When yellow sands are sifted from below, But sought by arguments to sooth her pain; The glittering billows give a golden show: Nor these avail'd; at length he lights on one,

And when the fouler bottom spews the black, With which so difficult a cause he won :

The Stygian die the tainted waters take : “ My love, so short an absence cease to fear, Then frothy white appear the flatted seas, For, by my father's holy flame, I swear,

And change their colour, changing their disease.

Like various fits the Trachin vessel finds,

Nor lighter falls, than if some giant tore And now sublime she rides upon the winds; Pindus and Athos, with the freight they bore, As from a lofty summit looks from high,

And toss'd on seas: press'd with the ponderous And from the clouds beholds the nether sky;

blow Now from the depth of Hell they lift their sight, Down sinks the ship within th’abyss below : And at a distance see superior light :

Down with the vessel sink into the main The lashing billows make a loud report,

The many, never more to rise again. And beat her sides, as battering rams a fort: Some few on scatter'd planks with fruitless care Or as a lion, bounding in his way,

Lay hold, and swim, but, while they swim, despair. With force augmented bears against his prey, Ev'n he who late a sceptre did command Sidelong to seize: or, unappall’d with fear, Now grasps a floating fragment in bis hand, Springs on the toils, and rushes on the spear : And, while he struggles on the stormy main, So seas impell’d by winds with added power Invokes his father, and his wife, in vain ; Assault the sides, and o'er the hatches tower. But yet his consort is his greater care;

The planks, their pitchy coverings wash'd away, Alcyone he names amidst his prayer, Now yield ; and now a yawning breach display: Names as a charm against the waves, and wind; The roaring waters with a hostile tide

Most in his mouth, and ever in his mind: Rush through the ruins of her gaping side.

Tir'd with his toil, all hopes of safety past, Mean time in sheets of rain the sky descends, From prayers to wishes he descends at last; And ocean swell’d with waters upwards tends, That his dead body, wafted to the sands, One rising, falling one; the heavens and sea Might have its burial from her friendly hands. Meet at their confines, in the middle way:

As oft as he can catch a gulph of air, The sails are drunk with showers, and drop with And peep above the seas, he names the fair, Sweet waters mingle with the briny main. (raiu, And, ev'n when plung'd beneath, on her he raves, No star appears to lend his friendly light:

Murmuring Alcyone below the waves : Darkness and tempest make a double

night. At last a falling billow stops his breath, But flashing fires disclose the deep by turns, Breaks o'er his head, and whelms him underneath. And, while the lightnings blaze, the water burns. Bright Lucifer unlike himself appears

Now all the waves their scatter'd force unite, That night, his heavenly form obscur'd with tears; And as a soldier, foremost in the fight,

And since he was forbid to leave the skies, Makes way for others, and an host alone

He muffled with a cloud his mournful eyes. Still presses on, and urging gains the town;

Mean time Alcyone (his fate unknown) So, while th’invading billows come a-breast, Computes how many nights he had been gone, The hero tenth advanc'd before the rest,

Observes the waning Moon with hourly view, Sverps all before him with impetuous sway, Numbers her age, and wishes for a new; And from the walls descends upon the prey ; Against the promis'd time provides with care, Part following enter, part remain without,

And hastens in the woof the robes he was to wear : With envy hear their fellows conquering shout, And for herself employs another loom, And mount on others backs, in hope to share New dress'd to meet her lord returning home, The city, thus become the seat of war.

Flattering her heart with joys that never were to An universal cry resounds aloud, The sailors run in heaps; a helpless crowd; She fum'd the temples with an odorous flame, Art fails, and courage falls, no succour near;

And oft before the sacred altars camé, As many waves, as many deaths appear.

To pray for him, who was an empty name. One weeps, and yet despairs of late relief; All powers implor'd, but far above the rest One cannot weep, his fears congeal his grief, To Juno she her pious vows addressid, But, stupid, with dry eyes expects his fate. Her much-lov'd lord from perils to protect, One with loud shrieks laments his lost estate, And safe o'er seas his voyage to direct: And calls those happy whom their funerals wait. Theu pray'd that she might still possess his heart, This wretch with prayers and vows the gods im- And no pretending rival share a part; And ev’n the skies he cannot see, adores. (plores, This last petition heard of all her prayer, That other on his friends his thoughts bestows, The rest dispers’d by winds were lost in air. His careful father, and bis faithful spouse.

But she, the goddess of the nuptial bed, The covetous worldling in his anxious mind Tir'd with her vain devotions for the dead, Thinks only on the wealth he left behind.

Resolv'd the tainted hand should be repell’d, All Ceyx his Alcyone employs,

Which incense offer'd, and her altar held: For her be grieves, yet in her absence joys : Then Iris thus bespoke : “ Thou faithful maid, His wife he wishes, and would still be near, By whom the queen's commands are well convey'd, Not ber with bim, but wishes him with her: Haste to the house of Sleep, and bid the god, Nou with last looks he seeks his native shore, Who rules the night by visions with a nod, Which rate has destind him to see no more ; Prepare a dream, in figure and in form H sugut, but in the dark tempestuous night Resembling him who perish'd in the storm : He kurw not whither to direct his sight.

This form before Alcyone present, & whirl the seas, such darkness blinds the sky, To make her certain of the sad event.” That the black night receives a deeper dye.

Indu'd with robes of various hue she flies, The giddy ship ran round; the tempest tore And flying draws an arch (a segment of the skies): Her mast, and over-board the rudder bore. Then leaves her bending bow, and from the steep One billow mounts; and, with a scornful brow, Descends to search the silent house of Sleep. Pisud of ber conquest gain'd, ipsuits the waves Near the Cimmerians, in his dark abode below;

Deep in a caverp, dwells the drowsy god;


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Whose gloomy mansion nor the rising Sun, Earth, fruits, and flowers, he represents in dreams, Nor setting, visits, nor the lightsome noon : And solid rocks unmov'd, and running streams : But lazy vapours round the region fly,

These three to kings and chiefs their scenes display, Perpetual twilight, and a doubtful sky;

The rest before th' ignoble commons play: No crowing cock does there his wings display, Of these the chosen Morpheus is dispatch'd : Nor with his horny bill provoke the day:

Which done, the lazy monarch overwatch'd Nor watchful dogs, nor the more wakeful geese, Down from his propping elbow drops his head, Disturb with nightly noise the sacred peace: Dissolv'd in sleep, and shrinks within his bed. Nor beast of Nature, nor the tame are nigh,

Darkling the demon glides for flight prepard, Nor trees with tempests rock'd, nor human cry; So soft that scarce his fanning wings are beard. But safe repose without an air of breath

To Trachin, swift as thought, the fitting shade Dwells here, and a dumb quiet next to death. Through air his momentary journey made: An arm of Lethe, with a gentle flow

Then lays aside the steerage of his wings, Arising upwards from the rock below,

Forsakes his proper form, assumes the king's; The palace moats, and o'er the pebbles creeps, And pale as death, despoild of his array, Aud with soft murmurs calls the coming Sleeps; Into the queen's apartment takes his way, Around its entry nodding poppies grow,

And stands before the bed at dawn of day: And all cool simples that sweet rest bestow; Unmov'd his eyes, and wet his beard appears; Night from the plants their sleepy virtue drains, And shedding vain, but seeming real tears; And passing sheds it on the silent plains :

The bring water dropping from his hairs; No door there was th’unguarded house to keep, Then staring on her, with a ghastly look On creaking hinges turn'd, to break his sleep: And hollow voice, he thus the queen bespoke:

But in the gloomy court was rais'd a bed, “Know'st thou not me! Not yet, unhappy wife? Stuff'd with black plumes, and on an ebon-sted : Or are my features perish'd with my life? Black was the covering too, where lay the god Look once again, and for thy husband lost, And slept supine, his limbs display'd abroad : Lo all that's left of him, thy husband's ghost ! About his head fantastic visions fly,

Thy vows for my return were all in vain ; Which various images of things supply,

The stormy south o'ertook us in the main ; And mock their forms; the leaves on trees not And never shalt thou see thy living lord again. more,

Bear witness, Heaven, I call'd on thee in death, Nor bearded ears in fields, nor sands upon the shore. And while I calld, a billow stopp'd my breath :

The virgin, entering bright, indulg'd the day Think not that flying Fame reports my fate; To the brown cave, and brush'd the dreams away: I present, I appear, and my own wreck relate. The god, disturb'd with his new glare of light Rise, wretched widow, rise, nor undeplor'd Cast sudden on his face, unseal'd his sight, Permit my ghost to pass the Stygian ford : And rais'd his tardy head, which sunk again, But rise, prepard, in black, to mourn thy peAnd sinking on his bosom knock'd his chin :

rish'd lord.” At length shook off himself; and ask'd the dame, Thus said the player-god; and, adding art (And asking yawn'd) for what intent she came? Of voice and gesture, so perform'd his part,

To whom the goddess thus: “O sacred Rest, She thought (so like her love the shade appears) Sweet pleasing sleep, of all the powers the best! That Ceyx spake the words, and Ceyx shed the O peace of mind, repairer of decay, [day, tears. Whose balms renew the limbs to labours of the She groan'd, her inward soul with grief opprest, Care shuns thy soft approach, and sullen flies She sigh’d, she wept; and sleeping beat her breast: Adorn a dream, expressing human form, [away! Then stretch'd her arms t'embrace his body bare, The shape of him who suffer'd in the storm, Her clasping arms enclose but empty air: And send it fitting to the Trachin court,

At this not yet awake she cry'd, “ Oh stay, The wreck of wretched Ceyx to report:

One is our fate, and common is our way !" Before his queen bid the pale spectre stand, So dreadful was the dream, so loud she spoke, Who begs a vain relief at Juno's hand.”

That, starting sudden up, the slumber broke; She said, and scarce awake her eyes could keep, Then cast her eyes around in hope to view Unable to support the fumes of sleep:

Her vanish'd lord, and find the vision true : But fled returning by the way she went,

For now the maids, who waited her commands, And swerv'd along her bow with swift ascent. Ran in with lighted tapers in their hands. The god, uneasy till he slept again,

Tir'd with the search, not finding what she seeks, Resolv'd at once to rid himself of pain;

With cruel blows she pounds her blubber'd cheeks; And, though against his custom, call'd aloud, Then from her beaten breast the linen tare, Exciting Morpheus from the sleepy crowd: And cut the golden caul that bound her hair. Morpheus of all his numerous train express'd Her nurse demands the cause; with louder cries The shape of man, and imitated best;

She prosecutes her griefs, and thus replies. The walk, the words, the gesture, could supply, No more Alcyone, she suffer'd death The habit mimic, and the mien belie;

With her lov'd lord, when Ceyx lost his breath : Plays well, but all his action is confin'd;

No flattery, no false comfort, give me none,
Extending not beyond our human kind.

My shipwreck'd Ceyx is for ever gone;
Another birds, and beasts, and dragons apes, I saw, I saw him manifest in view,
And dreadful images, and monster shapes: His voice, his figure, and his gestures knew:
This demon, Icelos, in Heaven's high hall

His lustre lost, and every living grace,
The gods have nani'd; but men Phobeter call: Yet I retain’d the features of his face; [hair,
A third is Phantasus, whose actions roll

Though with pale cheeks, wet beard, and drooping On meaner thoughts, and things devoid of soul; None but my Ceyx could appear so fair:

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