After a thousand mazes overgone, And coverlids gold-tinted like the peach, Hush! no exclaim-yet, justly might'st thou call Curses upon his head. I was half glad, But my poor mistress went distract and mad, When the boar tusk'd him: so away she flew To Jove's high throne, and by her plainings drew Immortal tear-drops down the thunderer's beard; Whereon, it was decreed he should be rear'd Each summer-time to life. Lo! this is he, Over his waned corse, the tremulous shower Heal'd up the wound, and, with a balmy Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd, Lay sorrowing; when every tear was born Lay dormant, moved convulsed and gradu- Of these first minutes? The unchariest ally So from the arbour roof down swell'd an air Disparted, and far upward could be seen Spun off a drizzling dew, chill muse Favour this gentle youth; his days are wild With love he-but alas! too well I see Thou know'st the deepness of his misery. Ah, smile not so, my son: I tell thee true, which falling | That when through heavy hours I used to On soft Adonis' shoulders, made him still Nestle and turn uneasily about. 520 Soon were the white doves plain, with necks stretch'd out, And silken traces lighten'd in descent; And soon, returning from love's banish ment, Queen Venus leaning downward openarm'd: Her shadow fell upon his breast, and charm'd A tumult to his heart, and a new life And find it is the vainest thing to seek; 'Tis a concealment needful in extreme; Sudden a poplar's height, and 'gan to enclose His diamond path with fretwork, streaming round Alive, and dazzling cool, and with a sound, Thou shouldst mount up with me. Now | Haply, like dolphin tumults, when sweet Gold dome, and crystal wall, and turquois To these founts Protean, passing gulf, and |