But now the hour was fast approaching when
They expected forth the sad and sombre train:
There stood Apollo, foremost on the plain,
To watch with his bewitching eyes, the vast
Terrestrial space. At length he heard a blast,
Which Boreas bore towards th’ assembled throng;
And furthermore, he heard the mournful song,
As they advanc’d upon the wings of woe:
(’Round and about the corpse tears freely flow,
For gods and goddesses, resplendent clad,