Their rocks are all discover'd, and increase 306 310 315 The Earth at length, on every fide embrac'd With fcalding feas, that floted round her waist, When now fhe felt the fprings and rivers come, 320 And crowd within the hollow of her womb, Uplifted to the heav'ns her blasted head, And clapt her hand upon her brows, and faid; (But first, impatient of the fultry heat, Sunk deeper down, and fought a cooler feat) 325 "If you, great King of gods! my death approve, "And I deferve it, let me die by Jove; "If I must perish by the force of fire, "Let me transfix'd with thunderbolts expire. 329 "See, whilft I fpeak, my breath the vapours choke, "(For now her face lay wrapt in clouds of smoke) "See my fing'd hair, behold my faded eye "And wither'd face, where heaps of cinders lie! "And does the plough for this my body tear? "And food for man, and frankincense for you? 340 "The wavy empire, which by lot was given, "Why does it waste, and further shrink from heav'n? "If I nor he your pity can provoke, 8 "See your own heav'ns, the heav'ns begin to fmoke! "Should once the sparkles catch those bright abodes, "Destruction feizes on the heav'ns and gods; 346 "Atlas becomes unequal to his freight, "And almost faints beneath the glowing weight.. "If heav'n, and earth, and fea, together burn, "All muft again into their chaos turn. Apply fome speedy cure, prevent our fate, "And fuccour Nature ere it be too late." 350 She ceas'd; for chok'd with vapours round her spread, Or univerfal ruin must enfue. Straight he afcends the high ethereal throne, 355 From whence he us'd to dart his thunder down, 360 From whence his fhow'rs and forms he us'd to pour, At once from life and from the chariot driven, The ambitious boy fell thunderstruck from heav'n : The horfes ftarted with a fudden bound, And flung the reins and chariot to the ground: 370 And scatter'd o'er the earth the shining fragments lay: Shot from the chariot like a falling star, That in a fummer's evening from the top Phaeton's fifters transformed into trees. 375 380 THE Latian nymphs came round him, and amaz'd, And o'er the tomb an epitaph devise; 385 "Here he who drove the fun's bright chariot lies; **His father's fiery fteeds he could not guide, "But in the glorious enterprise he dy’d.” Apollo hid his face, and pin'd for grief; The space of one whole day is faid to run, But Clymenè, enrag'd with grief, laments, 390 395 With hair difhevell'd, round the world fhe goes, 400 The name infcrib'd on the new tomb appears; And hugs the marble to her throbbing heart. 4C5 Her daughters, too, lament, and figh, and mourn, (A fruitless tribute to their brother's urn) And beat their naked bofoms, and complain, And call aloud for Phaeton in vain; 410 All the long night their mournful watch they keep, When now the eldeft, Phacthufa, frove To reft her weary limbs, but could not move; Lampetia would have help'd her, but the found 415 425 Would rend her hair, but fills her hand with leaves: 430 "A wounded daughter in each tree you tear : 435 "Farewell for ever." Here the bark increas'd, Clos'd on their faces and their words fupprefs'd. The new-made trees in tears of amber run, Which, hard'ned into value by the fun, Diftil for ever on the streams below; The limpid ftreams their radiant treasure show, Mixt in the fand, whence the rich drops convey'd Shine in the drefs of the bright Latian maid. 440 |