Yea, and the Gods sat at meat with these,
And the Sons of Kronos did they behold
As kings in the heavenly palaces
Seated upon their thrones of gold,
And received of them many a bridal gift;
And by Zeus were they saved from the stormy drift
Of woes overpast o’er their heads that had rolled;
And their hearts in gladness did they uplift.
Yet the days of their joyance were all too brief;
For the years drew nigh when Kadmus should see
His portion of happiness turned to grief
By the bitter travail of daughters three.
Yet Thyone the white-armed drew from above
Down to her couch by the spell of love
Zeus’ majesty.