AR northward as the Dane extends his ſway,
Where the ſun glances but a ſloping ray,
Beneath the ſharpeſt rigour of the skies,
Diſdainful Thule's wintry iſland lies. ⁠4
Unhappy maid! thy tale, forgotten long,
Shall virgins learn from my inſtructive ſong,
And every youth, who lingers in deſpair,
By thy example warn the cruel fair. ⁠8

⁠In Cyprus, ſacred to the queen of love,
(Where ſtands her temple, and her myrtle grove,)
Was Thule born, uncertain how: 'tis ſaid
Once Venus won Adonis to her bed, ⁠12
And pregnant grew, the birth to chance aſſign'd
In woods, and foſter'd by the feather'd kind.
With flowers ſome ſtrew the helpleſs orphan round,

With downy moſs ſome ſpread the carpet ground, ⁠16