Publisher's Synopsis
"I swear," said Hermes, "by my serpent rod, And by thine eyes, and by thy starry crown!"Light flew his earnest words, among the blossoms blown.Then thus again the brilliance feminine: "Too frail of heart! for this lost nymph of thine, Free as the air, invisibly, she straysAbout these thornless wilds; her pleasant daysShe tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feetLeave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green, She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen: And by my power is her beauty veil'dTo keep it unaffronted, unassail'dBy the love-glances of unlovely eyes, Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus'
