Behind the land was left; and there to pine Olympia, who yet slept the woods among;
Till from her gilded wheels the frosty rhine Aurora upon earth beneath had flung;
And the old woe, beside the tumbling brine, Lamenting, halcyons mournful descant sung;
When she, 'twixt sleep and waking, made a strain To reach her loved Bireno, but in vain.
