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;Loose as her flowing gown, that wanton'd in the air.In such a garb, with such a grace and mien,To her rich bed came the Assyrian queen;So Lais looked when all the youth of GreeceWith adoration did her charms confess.Her envious gown to pull away I tried,But she resisted still, and still denied;But so resisted that she seem'd to be