When it was steady, she rubbed the table down with sweet-smelling herbs. […] She came down to him; she kissed him; she watched over him while he slept. […] Persephone, take thou my lover, my lord, for thyself art stronger than I, and all lovely things drift down to thee. […] By degrees her mind became composed, and she laid herself down on the grassy bank to sleep. […] Retire, we pray thee, to thy chamber, repose on thy bed of down, and when it may please thee repair to the bath.