Adown the west, where many a cloudy bank
Waited his coming, as the down, a king—
While careful shades ’gan clamber,
Out of the night’s dim chamber,
Night of the many eyes and dusky wing.
“Farewell, Apollo!”
The lady sang, “we follow
Thee to thy home, thy golden-curtained West;
Amid the occident seas,
Seeking Hesperides,