Elegy V: By Duke'Twas noon when I, scorch'd with the double fireOf the hot sun and my more hot desire,Stretch'd on my downy couch at ease was laid,Big with expectance of the lovely maid.The curtains but half drawn, a light let inSuch as in shades of thickest groves is seen,Such as remains when the sun flies away,Or when night's gone, and yet it is not day.This light to modest maids must be allow'd,Where shame may hope its guilty head to shroud.And now my love Corinna did appear,Loose on her neck fell her divided hair;