While to the stars the raging flames
Shot up. Thou wast indeed consumed.
Then why does not the far abode
Of death retain thy spirit still?1960
What part of thee do trembling manes fear?
Is e'en thy shade too terrible for Dis?
Hercules [his form now taking shape in the air above]: The pools of grim Cocytus hold me not,
Nor has the dusky skiff contained my ghost.
Then cease thy mourning, mother; once for all
Have I beheld the manes and the shades.1965