Morpheus, the god of dreams, receives the poppies, while his brothers bend to gather the falling leaves. […] He was turned into a pine-tree, into which his soul passed, while from his blood sprung a wreath of violets. […] As descending from the sky, resting one hand on a mountain-cliff, while the other holds a spear and buckler. […] Adonis, whom Aphrodite tenderly loved, was killed by a wild boar while hunting. […] The skins crept on the ground, and the joints of meat lowed on the spits while roasting.