Without the knowledge of her parents, she was wedded to Jupiter in this garden of the gods where ambrosial rivers flowed, and where Earth sent up in honor of the rite a tree of life, heavy with apples golden like the sunset. […] By chance there grew by the place where I stood an oak with widespreading branches, sacred to Jupiter. […] So, having resisted as long as he might, Phœbus at last led the way to where stood the lofty chariot. […] Yet where is thy triumph? […] She found herself not far from the city where her sisters dwelt.