Now all undress’d the shining goddess stood, When young Actaeon wilder’d in the wood, To the cool grot by his hard fate betray’d, The fountains fill’d with naked nymphs survey’d. The frighted virgins shriek’d at the surprise (The forest echo’d with their piercing cries), Then in a huddle round their goddess press’d; She, proudly eminent above the rest, With blushes glow’d; such blushes as adorn The ruddy welkin or the purple morn; And though the crowding nymphs her body hide, Half backward shrunk, and view’d him from aside. Surprised, at first she would have snatch’d her bow, But sees the circling waters round her flow; These in the hollow of her hand she took, And dash’d them in his face, while thus she spoke: “Tell, if thou canst, the wondrous sight disclosed, A goddess naked to thy view exposed.”