The nights no more their accustomed space
Retained, and the dawn came slowly back,315
Since 'neath a heavier burden now
The axle trembled. Love compelled
Alcmena's son to lay aside
His quiver and the threat'ning spoil
Of that great lion's skin he bore,
And have his fingers set with gems,
His shaggy locks in order dressed.320
His limbs were wrapped in cloth of gold,