Back from the tomb his wife, who blameless died
That he might live; and, to reclaim his bride,
Comes now where, lo, the nuptial feast is spread.
So shall fruit crown once more the marriage-bed,
And to his loins give sons, and thence make strong
The breed of his great race; for whom, when song
Was hushed in Heaven, Phoebus, the sun-bright God,
Did shepherd-service, and inglorious trod
These walls within. To him the God then gave
This promise, that he should not see the grave,