CLXII.

But in his delicate form--a dream of Love,[528] Shaped by some solitary Nymph, whose breast Longed for a deathless lover from above, And maddened in that vision[529]--are exprest All that ideal Beauty ever blessed The mind with in its most unearthly mood, When each Conception was a heavenly Guest-- A ray of Immortality--and stood, Starlike, around, until they gathered to a God![px]