One eve the kindling heavens resplendent shone,
While sinking Phoebus girds his crimson zone,
Whose glorious beams through tracts immense were shed,
And not one cloud o'er heaven's vast arch was spread:
Amongst the woods IANTHE stray'd afar,
Marking the lustre of the evening star;
On her fair face the setting sun-beams glow,
To Nature's God her songs enraptur'd flow:
As on she wander'd, fearless of alarms,
ARNO from far beheld her graceless charms: