But still I yearn once more to see

My home and all most dear to me;

Nor can I brook one hour's delay:

Forgive me, speed me on my way.”

He ceased: the magic car was brought.

Of yore by Viśvakarmá wrought.

In sunlike sheen it flashed and blazed;

And Raghu's sons in wonder gazed.

Canto CXXIV. The Departure.