Idalia

"Him on Idalia, lulled into a dream, / will I secrete, or on the sacred height / of lone Cythera, lest he learn the scheme, / or by his sudden presence mar the sleight."

Venus then spreads a gentle sleep over Iulo's body and, cradling him in her divine bosom, carries him to the lush woods of Idalia, where she weaves him a bed of tender flowers of fragrant marjoram in the shade.