II.

She looks a sea Cybele,[378] fresh from Ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A Ruler of the waters and their powers: And such she was;--her daughters had their dowers From spoils of nations, and the exhaustless East[lc] Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.[379] In purple was she robed,[380] and of her feast Monarchs partook, and deemed their dignity increased.[ld]