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THULE.
Like wood-land flowers, which paint the desert glades,
And waste their sweets in unfrequented shades. 40
No human face she saw, and rarely seen
By human face: a solitary queen
She rul'd, and rang'd, her shady empire round.
No horn the silent huntress bears; no hound, 44
With noisy cry, disturbs her solemn chace,
Swift, as the bounding stag, she wings her pace;
And, bend when-e'er she will her ebon bow,
A speedy death arrests the flying foe. 48
The bow the hunting goddess first supply'd,
And ivory quiver cross her shoulders ty'd.
And waste their sweets in unfrequented shades. 40
No human face she saw, and rarely seen
By human face: a solitary queen
She rul'd, and rang'd, her shady empire round.
No horn the silent huntress bears; no hound, 44
With noisy cry, disturbs her solemn chace,
Swift, as the bounding stag, she wings her pace;
And, bend when-e'er she will her ebon bow,
A speedy death arrests the flying foe. 48
The bow the hunting goddess first supply'd,
And ivory quiver cross her shoulders ty'd.
The imperious queen of heaven, with jealous eyes,
Beholds the blooming virgin from the skies, 52
At once admires, and dreads, her growing charms,
And sees the god already in her arms:
In vain, she finds, her bitter tongue reproves
His broken vows, and his clandestine loves: 56
Jove still continues frail: and all in vain
Does Thule, in obscurest shades remain,
While Maja's son, the thunderer's winged spy,
Informs him where the lurking beauties ly. 60
Beholds the blooming virgin from the skies, 52
At once admires, and dreads, her growing charms,
And sees the god already in her arms:
In vain, she finds, her bitter tongue reproves
His broken vows, and his clandestine loves: 56
Jove still continues frail: and all in vain
Does Thule, in obscurest shades remain,
While Maja's son, the thunderer's winged spy,
Informs him where the lurking beauties ly. 60
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