Nor hear no sound, nor feel no touch of hands?
Alcestis.—
Surely the light goes forth to many lands,
And seeth all things. Yet our lord, the Sun,
In heaven stands lonely, and is known of none.
Nurse.—
Yet was not great Apollo both guard and guide,
When to this palace thou camest as a bride?
And round thy chariot’s yoke such spells he cast
That lion and bear thereto stood harnessed fast.