“That now in hidden folds she should be dwelling + 

Of hills dark-shadowed? She puts to the test + 

Strength limitless! Doth it beseem the Blest + 

To lay on her his glorious hands all-quelling + 

Even now, or rather to pluck this sweet flower + 

Of spousal rites upon a bridal bed?” + 

Came on the Centaur inspiration’s power, + 

And in the wisdom of his heart he said, + 

“With eyes beneath his kindly brow soft-smiling: + 

Phoebus, the keys of Suasion heart-beguiling + 

That ope the portal of love’s sanctities + 

Are from the light withheld. A shame it is + 

For Gods or men to leap to love’s fruition + 

First in broad day, dishonouring Night’s sweet mission. + 