These words and others she in mournful strain Utters, and broods within her heart on more.
Meanwhile a wind of sighs, and plenteous rain Of tears, are tokens of her anguish sore.
In the east, at last, expected long in vain, The wished for twilight streaked the horizon o'er;
And she her courser took, which on the ley Was feeding, and rode forth to meet the day.