As Philo heard confus'd the silver sound,
His soul emerges from the dark profound,
On the bright vision full he turn'd his eyes;
Touch'd, as he gaz'd, with pleasure and surprize,
The first faint dawnings of a smile appear'd,
And now in act to speak, he strok'd his beard,
When from a shelf just o'er the fair one's head,
Down dropt ARACHNE by the viscous thread.
Back starts the Nymph, with terror and dismay,
"The Spider! oh!" — was all that she could say.