Classic Poem

IX

See the bright QUEEN forsakes her softer joys ,
And now prepares for Pomp and Noise ;
That necessary Toyl of the Illustrious Great !
Who rarely taste the Bliss of sweet Retreat ,
Like Heav'n who neither sleep nor slumber knows,
Short Dreams of Glory make their whole repose :
Whatever rest soft Nature do's design,
The Sun , and They , must still appear and shine!
And now, the more surprising Light
Breaks from the silent Empire of the Night;
So Venus look't when from the Seas
The rising Beauty view'd the world,
When amorous Waves around the Virgin curl'd;
And all the wond'ring Gods with awful pleasure gaz'd:
All sigh with Love! all languish in their flame,
Yet none his pain presumes to name;
For oh! the God born Maid from mighty Neptune came.