Dry as with sunshine that eternal glowed;
“The realms of life, lapt in a milder breath
Kindly to men; and next appear,
On this extreme and that, dull lands of death:
She made them dark and drear
“With year-long frost, and saddened all the hue
With endless winter; last she showed
What seats her sire’s grim brother holds; nor knew
The fated dark abode.”[58]