Thus the blest Gods the Genial Day prolong,
In Feasts Ambrosial, and Celestial Song.
Apollo tun'd the Lyre; the Muses round
With Voice alternate aid the silver Sound.
Meantime the radiant Sun, to mortal Sight
Descending swift, roll'd down the rapid Light.
Then to their starry Domes the Gods depart,
The shining Monuments of Vulcan's art:
Jove on his Couch reclin'd his awful Head,
And Juno slumber'd on the golden Bed.
(The Iliad; trans Alexander Pope; Book 1, "The Contention of Achilles and Agamemnon", Lines 772-781)
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