now turns an ancient flood,
With matchless labour, thro' the charming wood;
The plenteous stream in various rills divides,
While marble bounds confine the crystal tides.
In marble basons of an equal row,
Myrtle, and balm, and flow'ry  grow.
Prodigious rocks intire were hither brought,
Smooth arches thro' their craggy sides were wrought:
Here artificial hills their summits rear,
For shade retiring grotts around appear.
In various bloom the valleys stood below,
From far the beauteous  roses glow.
All that perfumes the blest  fields
Grows here, with all that sacred  yields.
Here breath'd the fragrant , and ,
, , and weeping
Shrill birds among the spicy branches sing,
Their warbling notes along the valleys ring:
The winds and waters with a gentle noise
Double the sound, and answer ev'ry voice.