Chapter 66

She said, and thro’ the gloomy shades they pass’d, And chose the middle path. Arriv’d at last, The prince with living water sprinkled o’er His limbs and body; then approach’d the door, Possess’d the porch, and on the front above He fix’d the fatal bough requir’d by Pluto’s love. These holy rites perform’d, they took their way Where long extended plains of pleasure lay: The verdant fields with those of heav’n may vie, With ether vested, and a purple sky; Th…