In thirst of vengeance, at his rival's heart; The queen of love her favour'd champion shrouds (For gods can all things) in a veil of clouds. Raised from the field the panting youth she led, And gently laid him on the bridal bed, With pleasing sweets his fainting sense renews, And all the dome perfumes with heavenly dews. Meantime the brightest of the female kind, The matchless Helen, o'er the walls reclined; To her, beset with Trojan beauties, came, In borrow'd form, the laughter-loving dame. (She seem'd an ancient maid, well-skill'd to cull The snowy fleece, and wind the twisted wool.) The goddess softly shook her silken vest, That shed perfumes, and whispering thus address'd: [Illustration: VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS.] VENUS, DISGUISED, INVITING HELEN TO THE CHAMBER OF PARIS. "Haste, happy nymph! for thee thy Paris calls, Safe from the fight, in yonder lofty walls, Fair as a god; with odours round him spread, He lies, and waits thee on the well-known bed; Not like a warrior parted from the foe, But some gay dancer in the public show." She spoke, and Helen's secret soul was moved; She scorn'd the champion, but the man she loved. Fair Venus' neck, her eyes that sparkled fire, And breast, reveal'd the queen of soft desire.(123) Struck with her presence, straight the lively red Forsook her cheek; and trembling, thus she said: "Then is it still thy pleasure to deceive? And woman's frailty always to believe! Say, to new nations must I cross the main, Or carry wars to some soft Asian plain? For whom must Helen break her second vow? What other Paris is thy darling now? Left to Atrides, (victor in the strife,) An odious conquest and a captive wife, Hence let me sail; and if thy Paris bear My absence ill, let Venus ease his care. A handmaid goddess at his side to wait, Renounce the glories of thy heavenly state, Be fix'd for ever to the Trojan shore,