Arm-in-arm thro' thy sanctu'ries whirling, till faint
and dispersed in the grove
We lie with thy lilies for chaplets, thy myrtles for
arbours of love:
And Apollo, with Ceres and Bacchus to chorus--
song, harvest, and wine--
Hymns thee dispossess'd, "'Tis Dione who reigns! 45
Let Diana resign!"
O, the wonderful nights of Dione! dark bough,
with her star shining thro'!
_Now learn ye to love who loved never--now ye who have
loved, love anew!_

Jussit Hyblæis tribunal stare diva floribus;
Præses ipsa jura dicit, adsederunt Gratiæ.
Hybla, totos funde floras quidquid annus adtulit; 50
Hybla, florum rumpe vestem quantus Ætnæ campus est.

Ruris hic erunt puellæ, vel puellæ montium,
Quæque silvas, quæque lucos, quæque fontes incolunt:

Jussit omnes adsidere mater alitis dei,
Jussit et nudo puellas nil Amori credere. 55

_Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet._
She has set up her court, has Our Lady, in Hybla,
and deckt it with blooms:--
With the Graces at hand for assessors Dione dispenses
her dooms.
Now burgeon, O Hybla! put forth and abound, till 50