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The pertinacious wooing of the metamorphosed deity, had, at last its
effect, in preparing Pomona for Vertumnus, when he should assume his
natural shape.
"The story oft Vertumnus urged in vain,
But then assumed his heavenly form again;
Such looks and lustre the bright youth adorn,
As when with rays glad Phoebus paints the morn.
The sight so warms the fair admiring maid,
Like snow she melts, so soon can youth persuade;
Consent on eager wings succeeds desire,
And both the lovers glow with mutual fire."