Her auburn tresses answered to the breeze
Which goodly Zephyrus[139] sent by slow degrees,—
Presuming that her nearly-fainting form
Might be sustain’d and succourèd from harm:
But ere she’d time to utter forth a sound,
A mighty rumbling shook the very ground!
They turn’d and saw advancing on the plain
Meek Libitina, and her sombre train;
Then in an instant they were mute and calm,
Whilst the black host proceeded to embalm