The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea,
as Shakespeare says,[[269]] or as a German poet, feeling an echo of the meaning of the old myth, speaks still more expressively:
‘—that the sun was only
A lovely woman, who the old sea-god
Out of convenience married;
All the day long she joyously wander’d
In the high heavens, deck’d out with purple
And glitt’ring diamonds,
And all-beloved and all-admired