Till to the roof her tow'ring front she raised. With her, the temple ev'ry moment grew, And ampler vistas opened to my view: Upward the columns shoot, the roofs ascend, And arches widen, and long aisles extend.[96] 265 Such was her form, as ancient bards have told, Wings raise her arms, and wings her feet infold; A thousand busy tongues the goddess bears, And thousand open eyes, and thousand list'ning ears.[97] Beneath, in order ranged, the tuneful Nine 270 (Her virgin handmaids) still attend the shrine.[98] With eyes on Fame for ever fixed, they sing; For Fame they raise the voice, and tune the string; With time's first birth began the heav'nly lays, And last, eternal, through the length of days. 275 Around these wonders as I cast a look, The trumpet sounded, and the temple shook, And all the nations, summoned at the call, From diff'rent quarters fill the crowded hall: Of various tongues the mingled sounds were heard; 280 In various garbs promiscuous throngs appeared;[99] Thick as the bees that with the spring renew Their flow'ry toils, and sip the fragrant dew, When the winged colonies first tempt the sky, O'er dusky fields and shaded waters fly, 285 Or settling, seize the sweets the blossoms yield, And a low murmur runs along the field.[100] Millions of suppliant crowds the shrine attend, And all degrees before the goddess bend;[101] The poor, the rich, the valiant, and the sage, 290 And boasting youth, and narrative old age.[102] Their pleas were diff'rent, their request the same: For good and bad alike are fond of fame. Some she disgraced, and some with honours crowned;[103] Unlike successes equal merits found.[104] 295 Thus her blind sister, fickle Fortune, reigns, And, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains. First at the shrine the learned world appear, And to the goddess thus prefer their prayer. Long have we sought t' instruct and please mankind, 300 With studies pale, with midnight vigils blind; But thanked by few, rewarded yet by none, We here appeal to thy superior throne: On wit and learning the just prize bestow, For fame is all we must expect below. 305 The goddess heard, and bade the muses raise The golden trumpet of eternal praise:[105] From pole to pole the winds diffuse the sound, That fills the circuit of the world around; Not all at once, as thunder breaks the cloud; 310 The notes at first were rather sweet than loud: By just degrees they ev'ry moment rise, Fill the wide earth, and gain upon the skies, At ev'ry breath were balmy odours shed,