Contemplating what ought or might be done
With the cold corpse; whilst her fair lord had gone
Down to the chambers of the mighty god.
He now saluted her with courtly word—
“O Daphne! thou art dear t’Apollo’s heart;
Look up, O nymph! and list whilst I impart
Pluto’s commands with reference to the dead!”
She heard his voice, and rais’d her heavy head;
So pleased to see her gentle lord return
She ceas’d her tears, but did not cease to mourn: