Now, Juno of the golden throne beheld As, standing on the Olympian height, she cast Downward her eyes to where her brother moved, Bearing his part with glory in the fray; And inly she rejoiced. She also saw Jove on the peak of Ida, down whose side Glide many brooks, and greatly was displeased. Then the majestic goddess with large eyes Mused how to occupy the mind of him Who bears the aegis. This at length seemed best: To deck herself in fair array, and haste To Ida, that the God might haply yield To amorous desire, and in that hour Her hand might pour into his lids, and o’er His watchful mind, a soft and pleasant sleep. She went to her own chamber, which her son Vulcan had framed, with massive portals made Fast to the lintels by a secret bolt, Which none but she could draw. She entered in And closed the shining doors; and first she took Ambrosial water, washing every stain From her fair limbs, and smoothed them with rich oil, Ambrosial, soft, and fragrant, which, when touched Within Jove’s brazen halls, perfumed the air