So saying, she turned, and all refulgent showed Her roseate neck, and heavenly fragrance sweet Was breathed from her ambrosial hair.

Down flowed Her loosened raiment, streaming to her feet, And by her walk the Goddess shone complete.
"Ah, mother mine!" he chides her, as she flies, "Art thou, then, also cruel?
Wherefore cheat Thy son so oft with images and lies?
Why may I not clasp hands, and talk without disguise ?" LV.

Thus he, reproaching.

Towards the town they fare In haste.

But Venus round them on the way Wrapt a thick mist, a mantle of dark air, That none should see them, none should touch nor stay, Nor, urging idle questions, breed delay.
Then back, rejoicing, through the liquid air To Paphos and her home she flies away, Where, steaming with Sabaean incense rare, An hundred altars breathe with garlands fresh and fair.
LVI.