Conceived by him most suited to her choice—
Which made the solemn goddess’ heart rejoice,
Demanded when and what the hour would be
That Bacchus should go down t’eternity.
She straightway answered him, and meetly named—
“Within an hour the god shall be embalmed;
And on the morrow, as the sun goes down,
The car of death shall through the gulf be drawn.
Five hundred horse,” she said, “of equal size,
Shall form the vanguard to the realm of sighs;