Gods, great and small, turn’d gravely as they knelt
To see from whence the melody arose:
She heeded not,—and on her singing goes
Till e’en the ground beneath them, where they stood,
Seem’d to give ear: and Mars was much subdued.
Erato, Thalia, blest Urania, and
Melpŏmene the grave, complete the band,
Who came from far their tuneful aid to lend;
And with their songs their prayers for Bacchus send
To Him, the Sovereign of continual death,