yet still must Fancy weep For thee, thou work of nobler spirits flown. […] In all their beauty still — and thine is gone! […] But when he at last set them free, Mars darted away, vowing vengeance upon the negligent sentinel, who was still blissfully sleeping. […] Day dawned, and still the mother called, awakening the morning echoes with her longing cries for her child. […] She therefore withdrew into a dark cave to mourn unseen, and still further neglected her wonted duties.