No eye in Olympus could follow
The track of his coursers through heaven!
The lamps were beginning to burn out,
And sunshine was flooding the hall,
When the last who thought proper to turn out
Drove homeward from Jupiter's ball.
No eye in Olympus could follow
The track of his coursers through heaven!
The lamps were beginning to burn out,
And sunshine was flooding the hall,
When the last who thought proper to turn out
Drove homeward from Jupiter's ball.