At the creation of the Earth br Pleasure, that divinest birth, br From the soil of Heaven did rise, br Wrapped in sweet wild melodies-- br Like an exhalation wreathing br To the sound of air low-breathing br Through Aeolian pines, which make br A shade and shelter to the lake br Whence it rises soft and slow; br Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow br In the harmony divine br Of an ever-lengthening line br Which enwrapped her perfect form br With a beauty clear and warm.