“Come hither, Alexander sends for thee; He now is in his chamber and at rest On his carved couch; in beauty and attire Resplendent, not like one who just returns From combat with a hero, but like one Who goes to mingle in the choral dance, Or, when the dance is ended, takes his seat.”

She spake, and Helen heard her, deeply moved; Yet when she marked the goddess’s fair neck, Beautiful bosom, and soft, lustrous eyes, Her heart was touched with awe, and thus she said:⁠—