what could mate her Even in the cloudy summit of her woe, When o’er the far sea-brine she saw him go! […] “I saw Osirian Egypt kneel adown,     Before the vine-wreathed crown; I saw parched Abyssinia rouse and sing,     To the silver cymbal’s ring! […] It was in his visit to the island of Sicily, that the God saw and became enamoured of Proserpine, as she gathered flowers in the plains of Enna. […] While here he saw the ghosts of all those famed in story, who had descended to the infernal regions for punishment. […] and I see not here All whom I saw in the vanished year!