Aurora, wise as gods must be,
Was well aware that all men perish,
And knowing this she bent the knee,
(What won’t we do for those we cherish!)
And thus she prayed to Jove on high:
“Oh, please don’t let Tithonus die!”
And this, the whole of her endeavor—
That Tithy, dear, might live forever.
Now, Jove, although a deity,
Was very fond of mortal ladies,