The gentle Poison by Degrees inspire
Thro’ all her Breast; then fan die rising Fire,925
And kindle all her Soul. The Mother said,
With Joy the God her soft Commands obey’d.
Aside his Quiver, and his Wings he flung,
And like the Boy Iulus, tript along.
Mean time the Goddess on Ascanius throws930
A balmy Slumber and a sweet Repose;
Lull’d in her Lap to rest, the Queen of Love,
Convey’d him to the soft Idalian Grove.
Wrapt in a flow’ry Bed her Charge she laid,
And breathing round him rose the fragrant Shade.935
Now Cupid, pleas’d his Orders to obey,
Brought the rich Gifts; Achates led the Way.
He came, and found on costly Carpets spread
The Queen majestic midst her golden Bed.
The great Æneas and the Trojans lye940
On pompous Couches, stain’d with Tyrian Dye.
Soft
