There he binds With fragrant wreaths his locks, and the bright manes And yellow reins of his wing-footed steeds. […] Gold their fellies were, And undecaying, but thereon of brass The tires365 well fitting, wondrous to behold. Of silver was the rounded nave of each ; The seat was hung by gold and silver cords, And two curved sides encompass’d it about. […] On this they lay, And o’cr them spread a golden cloud and fair, And glittering drops of dew fell all around. […] And in truth it is not easy to give a satisfactory answer to these questions.