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Two glitt’ring Spears he shook with martial Pride,
And forth he march’d; Achates at his Side.
As thro’ the Wilds the Chief his Course pursu’d,420
He meets his Goddess-Mother in the Wood;
In Show, an Huntress she appear’d, array’d
In Arms and Habit, like a Spartan Maid;
Or swift Harpalyce of Thrace, whose Speed
Out-flew the Wings of Winds, and tir’d the rapid Steed.425
Bare was her Knee, and with an easy Pride
Her polisht Bow hung graceful at her Side.
Close, in a Knot, her flowing Robes she drew;
Loose to the Winds her wanton Tresses flew.
Ho! gentle Youths, she cry’d, have you beheld430
One of my Sisters, wand’ring o’er the Field,
Girt with a speckled Lynxes vary’d Hide,
A painted Quiver rattling at her Side?
Or have you seen her with an eager Pace
Urge with full Cries the foaming Boar in Chace?435