To take us back, each to his own retreat,
And thou not here! Oh, cruel god, why this?
Thou’st robbed us of anticipated bliss!—
We heard your loud petition, and came down;
But what is here? and where, where art thou gone?
Fie on thee, god! Thou’rt treacherous indeed;
For we have come to thee with utmost speed,
Aroused, in joy, to expectation’s height,
And hoped for day; but lo, ’tis all as night!”
Then they confer, and hence resolved to fly