He stay’d, as ’twere within two leagues of Earth,
And penetrated through the halo-girth
Intensely red and hot, to mark his love
For the fall’n god, the earthly friend of Jove!)
This[140] done, the gloomy host returned below
Unto the palace of the queen of woe;
Where preparations were going briskly on,
To bury Bacchus at to-morrow’s sun,—
The going-down thereof, she thought the proper course
For the interment of his giant corpse.