If she be right invoked in warbled song;
  For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift
  To aid a virgin, such as was herself,
  In hard-besetting need. This will I try,
  And add the power of some adjuring verse.

SONG.

           Sabrina fair,
                    Listen where thou art sitting
           Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
                    In twisted braids of lilies knitting
           The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
                    Listen for dear honour's sake,
           Goddess of the silver lake,
                    Listen and save!

  Listen, and appear to us,
  In name of great Oceanus.
  By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
  And Tethys' grave majestic pace;
  By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
  And the Carpathian wizard's hook;
  By scaly Triton's winding shell,
  And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell;
  By Leucothea's lovely hands,
  And her son that rules the strands;
  By Thetis' tinsel-slippered feet,
  And the songs of Sirens sweet;
  By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
  And fair Ligea's golden comb,
  Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks
  Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
  By all the Nymphs that nightly dance
  Upon thy streams with wily glance;
  Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head
  From thy coral-paven bed,
  And bridle in thy headlong wave,
  Till thou our summons answered have.
                                  Listen and save!