They left him alone in deep sleep.
* * * * *
Fair Hebe was haunted with sorrow
While, alas! on the sad to-morrow,
Phœbus trod through the dreamy hours—
Sought alone the blighted bowers.
Not a glimpse of hope could he borrow—
Ever lost to this world of ours!
While Venus ne’er stayed to console him
But fled in the night and the gloom;