The Empress of the palls,[136] despair, and woe,
Who greeted him with a most graceful bow.
She saw the god was mournful in his look,
Surmised his errand, and, in haste, betook
Her folio, and, with her refulgent shaft,
Made (as he spake) a brief but careful draft
Of his demand. Apollo (whose delight
Defied conception), seeing the marv’lous flight
With which her shaft had plann’d the burial-rite,
Declared his acquiescence; and with voice—