Even with such overmastering might
Did unbridled desire o’er the spirit sweep
Of Koronis in queenly vesture dight,
That she dared in the unblest couch to sleep
Of a stranger faring from Arcady.
But she ’scaped not the all-beholding eye
Of the God—albeit where myriad sheep
To his altar at Pytho be led to die
Was the Lord of the Temple then—for their lust
By the all-divining mind was descried.
To his soul’s inner vision did Phoebus trust
As it were to a seer enthroned at his side.
He knows not delusion, whom neither man
Nor God by thought or by action can
Deceive or misguide.