Thunder sounded,
Weakly and far away. And yet no distance
Wrapped it. It was here in the lit cavern:
Here, or nowhere. And the trembling seven
Turned to the rock that sealed a deeper room.
There Zeus, there Hera sat, the feasted prisoners
Of a still greater person, one who changed
The world while there they mourned, remembering Ida.
Some day they too would sleep, but now weak thunder
Witnessed their remnant glory; which appalled