she, my loved-one, shall be ever mine, The youngest Grace, Pasithae the divine." The queen assents, and from the infernal bowers Invokes the sable subtartarean powers, And those who rule the inviolable floods, Whom mortals name the dread Titanian gods. [Illustration: SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER.] SLEEP ESCAPING FROM THE WRATH OF JUPITER. Then swift as wind, o'er Lemnos' smoky isle They wing their way, and Imbrus' sea-beat soil; Through air, unseen, involved in darkness glide, And light on Lectos, on the point of Ide: (Mother of savages, whose echoing hills Are heard resounding with a hundred rills:) Fair Ida trembles underneath the god; Hush'd are her mountains, and her forests nod. There on a fir, whose spiry branches rise To join its summit to the neighbouring skies; Dark in embowering shade, conceal'd from sight, Sat Sleep, in likeness of the bird of night. (Chalcis his name by those of heavenly birth, But call'd Cymindis by the race of earth.) To Ida's top successful Juno flies; Great Jove surveys her with desiring eyes: The god, whose lightning sets the heavens on fire, Through all his bosom feels the fierce desire; Fierce as when first by stealth he seized her charms, Mix'd with her soul, and melted in her arms: Fix'd on her eyes he fed his eager look, Then press'd her hand, and thus with transport spoke: "Why comes my goddess from the ethereal sky, And not her steeds and flaming chariot nigh?" Then she--"I haste to those remote abodes Where the great parents of the deathless gods, The reverend Ocean and gray Tethys, reign, On the last limits of the land and main. I visit these, to whose indulgent cares I owe the nursing of my tender years: For strife, I hear, has made that union cease Which held so long that ancient pair in peace. The steeds, prepared my chariot to convey O'er earth and seas, and through the aerial way, Wait under Ide: