Ovid's metamorphoses in fifteen books :: :: University of Virginia Library

Thus far Minerva was content to rove
With Perseus, Offspring of her Father Jove:
Now, hid in Clouds, Seriphos she forsook;
And to the Theban Tow'rs her Journey took.
Cythnos and Gyaros lying to the Right,
She pass'd unheeded in her eager Flight;
And choosing first on Helicon to rest,
The Virgin Muses in these Words address'd:

Me, the strange Tidings of a new-found Spring,
Ye learned Sisters, to this Mountain bring.
If all be true that Fame's wide Rumours tell,
'Twas Pegasus discover'd first your Well;
Whose piercing Hoof gave the soft Earth a Blow,
Which broke the Surface, where these Waters flow.
I saw that Horse by Miracle obtain
Life, from the Blood of dire Medusa slain;

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And now, this equal Prodigy to view,
From distant Isles to fam'd Bœotia flew.

The Muse Urania said, Whatever Cause
So great a Goddess to this Mansion draws;
Our Shades are happy with so bright a Guest,
You, Queen, are welcome, and we Muses blest.
What Fame has publish'd of our Spring is true,
Thanks for our Spring to Pegasus are due.
Then, with becoming Courtesy, she led
The curious Stranger to their Fountain's Head;
Who long survey'd, with Wonder, and Delight,
Their sacred Water, charming to the Sight;
Their ancient Groves, dark Grottos, shady Bow'rs,
And smiling Plains adorn'd with various Flow'rs.
O happy Muses! she with Rapture cry'd,
Who, safe from Cares, on this fair Hill reside;
Blest in your Seat, and free your selves to please
With Joys of Study, and with glorious Ease.